We sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked of poetry. I said, “A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught. Better go down upon your marrow-bones And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather; For to...
DEMOS FOR THE NEW FIELDED RECORD ARE ALMOST DONE. CAN YOU FEEL THE POWER?
hearsayandhyperbole: But how long, babe, can you...
hearsay and hyperbole: In Dedication →
hearsayandhyperbole: All saints revile her, and all sober men Ruled by the God Apollo’s golden mean - In scorn of which I sailed to find her In distant regions likeliest to hold her Whom I desired above all things to know, Sister of the mirage and echo. It was a virtue not to stay, To go my headstrong and…
Fielded - The Key Track One of Four on the new...
FIELDED playing at SCHUBA’S in CHICAGO with LUYAS ! 8/21 ! Last Fielded show in Chicago for a very long time!
Tonight. Fielded in Pittsburgh. The Shop.