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Frederick Seidel reads 'Frederick Seidel'.
(previously fabulous)
'Moto Poeta'
'Widening Income Inequality'
'The Music and Energy of Poems'.
N.Y Times reviews 'Selected Works
'Moto Poeta'
'Widening Income Inequality'
'The Music and Energy of Poems'.
N.Y Times reviews 'Selected Works
Siedel's Peaches Goes It Alone is less than $6 on Libro, and read by the author.
posted by dobbs at 8:43 AM on September 16, 2022 [1 favorite]
posted by dobbs at 8:43 AM on September 16, 2022 [1 favorite]
For Holly Andersen
What could be more pleasant than talking about people dying,
And doctors really trying,
On a winter afternoon
At the Carlyle Hotel, in our cocoon?
We also will be dying one day soon.
Dr. Holly Andersen has a vodka cosmopolitan,
And has another, and becomes positively Neapolitan,
The moon warbling a song about the sun,
Sitting on a sofa at the Carlyle,
Staying stylishly alive for a while.
Her spirited loveliness
Does cause some distress.
She makes my urbanity undress.
I present symptoms that express
An underlying happiness in the face of the beautiful emptiness.
She lost a very sick patient she especially cared about.
The man died on the table. It wasn’t a matter of feeling any guilt or doubt.
Something about a doctor who can cure, or anyway try,
But can also cry,
Is some sort of ultimate lullaby, and lie.
posted by Gerald Bostock at 9:40 PM on September 16, 2022 [1 favorite]
What could be more pleasant than talking about people dying,
And doctors really trying,
On a winter afternoon
At the Carlyle Hotel, in our cocoon?
We also will be dying one day soon.
Dr. Holly Andersen has a vodka cosmopolitan,
And has another, and becomes positively Neapolitan,
The moon warbling a song about the sun,
Sitting on a sofa at the Carlyle,
Staying stylishly alive for a while.
Her spirited loveliness
Does cause some distress.
She makes my urbanity undress.
I present symptoms that express
An underlying happiness in the face of the beautiful emptiness.
She lost a very sick patient she especially cared about.
The man died on the table. It wasn’t a matter of feeling any guilt or doubt.
Something about a doctor who can cure, or anyway try,
But can also cry,
Is some sort of ultimate lullaby, and lie.
posted by Gerald Bostock at 9:40 PM on September 16, 2022 [1 favorite]
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I have no idea.
Nice
posted by Literaryhero at 1:47 AM on September 16, 2022 [1 favorite]