.
.
Stephen Foster!
darshan!
...extremism
begins to
flourish
(scourge)
the
virus of hate
the tempest
.
we release(d)
the antigen (of!)
....festival
.
we win em freedom
we take our risks
we pour the fireworks
we made the connection
bluegrass is the beauty
love is the bridge
ex(SPIRES)!
.
"Herr Hitler
has made it hard
for Shakespeareans"
.
true enough
.
but the horses will
win! place! show!
abide me
to my promise, I will adhere
never slip (nor Kentuck-ee)
into that final
.
phase
of hate
i most certainly will not
slick vase
line in a jar
or tie a rope
around a haggard branch
or stop
to shatter glassnacht
or worry that you will
the bloody ground
this commonwealth to fail
it won't 'cause
darshan!
the crowd!
united we stand
divided we fall
Kentucky -- shakes
it is not so hard to imagine
.
.
I will keep
this stable
whinee!
yahoo! derby!
winem!
(houyhnhnm)
sparkman my brother
pillar studs farm
is Paris, Ky
its farms, the boards
and old slave quarters
y
o
u painted white
will (do)
win! place! and show me! spark!
man!
the klan won't be arisin'
heah, heah, fahne!
cause the horses
sparkman, they keep
a winnen, this place the show
as albert finney, the dresser
like
wise with me
you are we are
on the backstretch
.
man! spark!
horse ye be a
pillar, twiceover stud
the spires our
twinnage
winnee! in lexington
in keeneland
in danville
in boones-borough
in louisville
in commonwealth
at churchill
.
"Herr Hitler
has made it hard
for Shakespeareans"
.
.
ya so? a runnen at the downs
we be
fixin'
to come
around the turn
.
.
and her? who threw the party for
cele-bree-teez
her neo-
not Z
(eugma)
all decked in prim? her
finery in a box seat? her
who condescended the sun? "that mob!"
overlooks the sun (not the father blazes)!
if she's narrow, nevermind
.
adelphetatos, bond of
tempest shakes
wounding
tragedy
shakespeare
a play
bombs on London (The Dresser)
.
(waunding
many fought
for the soul
of the vital
young po-
wet) be still
.
.
the trumpet, the darkies
Stephen Foster
never visited Kentucky
it is time
(i hold no brook
with buggers but
Christ, man where's your
human ity?!) itself
yes Stephen (you were gay)
we are happy (now)
trumpets blare
comin' round
the horses my old home
(shh!) hush the slave fence
the pile of rocks they gathered
(shh!) simon legree
the cabin, old abe fixed that long ago
shh! darshan! the crowd! they are at the gate
it's may, it's kentucky
we are off.
it's this derby
darshan, the crowd
blows whoosh!
120,000 poems now
at this moment
on speed of a
whinee! houyhnhnm! on a wisdom
on a horseback the crowd
a would be mob
is not unfriendly,
is not happy chandler (the guvanuh)
the horses
are
waunding round
the turn
.
.
they are fixin'
to come
.
.
this virus
it ain't here
today the soul? sparkman?
is not endangered
sparkman! he fixed it
with brotherhood
bond of, adelphetatos
you are fixin'
to come.
.
.
2 May 1996
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