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Thursday, April 27, 2006

I mentioned this poem in a post the other night and remembered the image of Blake's engraving.

I work overtime to make myself unhappy. Forging those shackles. "And on each link, the initial of my name." The ghost of Marley meets the Carter Family meets Wilhelm Reich meets Blake. A foursome for Bridge. Trump! Double! Pass!

The trick-word "forge": to make, and to fake.

My shackles tonight: Too much wine last night, and not enough sleep! Regrets? Oh no.
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