on this album of Lee Konitz and Warne Marsh.
Later I'll look it up, and change it if I am wrong.
I had this LP as a kid
and studied the liner notes with a certain earnestness;
the song is called "Don't Squawk."
When the song came on I was reading
sound of wave in channel
by Stephen Ratcliffe, and earlier today
I was reading his book about Campion and song
in a coffee shop, after reading a few weeks ago
his letters to and from New York School poet Barbara Guest.
I am thinking of my poem recently completed
called "Delusions of Mediocrity," and wondering
if I can keep up this vein of flat writing
any more. This diary of uninteresting things
happening, but written in dull language too! But
people liked my poem, the one about how bacon
makes a noise that I didn't quite fathom
and other things of equal banality;
other things, too, my distaste for epiphanies
and phrases like "man's search for meaning,"
redolent of a time when I was young
and people actually talked like that.
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