A folk reimaginada - musical e tematicamente. Melhor dizendo: a folk virada do avesso, servida por alucinações, farrapos de canções, ladainhas - e etc. Só coisas boas.
Swastikas for Noddy (1988)
A folk reimaginada - musical e tematicamente. Melhor dizendo: a folk virada do avesso, servida por alucinações, farrapos de canções, ladainhas - e etc. Só coisas boas.
Swastikas for Noddy (1988)
The Man with Night Sweats
I wake up cold, I who Prospered through dreams of heat Wake to their residue, Sweat, and a clinging sheet. My flesh was its own shield: Where it was gashed, it healed. I grew as I explored The body I could trust Even while I adored The risk that made robust, A world of wonders in Each challenge to the skin. I cannot but be sorry The given shield was cracked, My mind reduced to hurry, My flesh reduced and wrecked. I have to change the bed, But catch myself instead Stopped upright where I am Hugging my body to me As if to shield it from The pains that will go through me, As if hands were enough To hold an avalanche off.