After the line

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… came the form, came the thrill, came the life.

43 thoughts on “After the line

  1. Woooohoooo!! The vibrations! Wildly alive. Shapes shift, move to the foreground and back. Visual polyphony. Makes me hear Stevie Ray Vaughan & Albert King jamming with Bach & Byrd. Well…if they could.


      1. No worries. Music’s what we are, the beat never ends. Someone told me that and over the years I’ve come to believe that he was right about it. I just posted a poem I wrote about this, circa 2008. Not sure if you mind links in comments or not (some people do) so I’m not leaving one. Title’s “We Are Music,” if you want to see.


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