Yesterday I bought tickets to see Bruce Springsteen in Indianapolis in March. Only for Bruce would I spend an entire day's salary on one concert. I nabbed tickets the minute they went on sale; when I checked back later, everything except the high up balcony seats and the behind the stage seats were sold out. I'm going with a poet friend who loves him but has never seen him live. Boy, is she in for a treat! :)
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Being
A letter is holy. A story
is holy hands reaching out into the world.
Birds come home
across distance I can't conceive
and live in their bodies.
Ash in the air. Every place I've been
is on fire with words.
One day
I throw away all my love letters
without noticing. Mountains
in the heart.
What belongs
to me? I leave the world
all the time. These arms, these
fingers, this tongue, these feet,
and their bent wings. I know
it will be dirt, the prayers
now in marrow will retake
earth. I will live inside whatever flies.
Burning, the brink of all things.
--Éireann Lorsung
from Music for Landing Planes By
(Milkweed Editions, 2007)
4 comments:
Hey:
Have fun at Springsteen. Call me a Midwesterner, but I do prefer John Mellenkamp.
Not that it has to be either-or.
Bruce!!!! Have such fun! I considered spending a day's on Barbra...but I got cold feet. So sorry about it now.
Lovely poem - I've decided I really like Milkweed poets.
Stunning poem. Thanks for posting. Amazon here I come!
Greg: You Midwesterner! :) I like Mellencamp too -- after all, he lives in the same town I do, so I think I'm required to -- but my Bruce-love goes back to high school days, before JM had even thought about recording an album.
PWADJ: I hardly ever regret spending money on a concert. Sometimes I just plain can't swing it, but it's one splurge I nearly always splurge on.
Brent: Hah! :) Let me know what you think of the book. I had it out from the library & will probably go buy my own copy now.
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