Lo and behold

Basement Tapes, Matching Mole, front door open to the autumn evening, someone in my life, my mother’s second husband, has died at 87, I think we just live going forward, propelled, the past, that various field, is a dream where the dead are, Judee Sill singing of truth selling by the pound and she’s dead, too, her beautiful voice recorded, “it's the water in the drinking glass the tulips are in. It’s a day like any other.” (Schuyler), Hammett: "I stopped writing because I was repeating myself. It is the beginning of the end when you discover you have style."