CHET ON POETRY (Chet Baker)
I feel only the constant strain of translation. He could love me but not know me. What was I trying to beat to the punch? What was I evading?
Chloé Cooper Jones • Easy Beauty: A Memoir
Ars Poetica #100: I Believe
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Oh, we have only so many words to think with.
Say God's not fire, say anything, say God's
a phone, maybe. You know you didn't order a phone,
but there it is. It rings. You don't know who it could be.
You don't want to talk, so you pull out
the plug. It rings. You smash it with a hammer
till it bleeds springs and coils and clobbery
metal bits. It rings aga... See more
Say God's not fire, say anything, say God's
a phone, maybe. You know you didn't order a phone,
but there it is. It rings. You don't know who it could be.
You don't want to talk, so you pull out
the plug. It rings. You smash it with a hammer
till it bleeds springs and coils and clobbery
metal bits. It rings aga... See more