I listened to Terry Gross' interview with Marie Howe, and I can't get over it. "...every poem has that silence deep in the center..." - Marie Howe
Lucy is very determined to play the harp, in spite of all of Laurent and my subtle (hopefully) attempts to expose it's awkwardness, and the benefits of its competitors. Then I remembered Joanna Newsom, with her crazed voice and the honesty and lack of preciousness with which she treats her cloying instrument. I have hope.
The Weirdest Book in the World
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