I love this. A long time ago I knew Robert Kirby who arranged some of the five leaves tracks on Nick Drake's album. He worked in the telephone unit of a market research company and used to stand in the carpark with me smoking cigarettes. Since then I've met two of the kindest people I know who worked in the telephone unit of that company. So did my cousin after he was recovering from TB. There is connect and magic and music everywhere.
The writer Nicholas Royle (at least, one of them) has a term for your ephemera: shadow lines. When Nick's in a second hand bookshop, he no longer scans spines of books, he scans tops, looking like LIDAR for lines of underlying loot. Wrote a humdinger of a book about it: https://www.saltpublishing.com/products/shadow-lines-9781784633073
(After reading it, you will have to telephone Anna Hemmendinger)
(After 20 years online-knowing Nick, I finally met him last year at a Shadow Lines event; he told me that he doesn't get poetry; fine, fine).
Speaking of Nicks, and of Drakes, and (as your other commenter did) of cousins: Nicks Drake's cousin is William D Drake. Bill D D is the *best* musicker. 2 or the 3 songs played during my wedding were by Bill. Here, have a song to get married to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3m-BFuLy8D8
Such FOMO for July 19th. Ah well. Next time...
I wonder if our physical forms are mere shadow lines to the vast, storied reverberations-tions-ions-ons of our lives.
Be it a large or a small world, nothing is larger than life. Except, of course, art.
I love this. A long time ago I knew Robert Kirby who arranged some of the five leaves tracks on Nick Drake's album. He worked in the telephone unit of a market research company and used to stand in the carpark with me smoking cigarettes. Since then I've met two of the kindest people I know who worked in the telephone unit of that company. So did my cousin after he was recovering from TB. There is connect and magic and music everywhere.
How amazing! They were university friends, right?
I don't know... He was just a very modest guy in a carpark... Which I love about him...
A beautiful, peaceful and deeply fulfilling poem. Thank you
Thank you for reading it Erica! 🙏
Hey there, "Unknown Friend"!
The writer Nicholas Royle (at least, one of them) has a term for your ephemera: shadow lines. When Nick's in a second hand bookshop, he no longer scans spines of books, he scans tops, looking like LIDAR for lines of underlying loot. Wrote a humdinger of a book about it: https://www.saltpublishing.com/products/shadow-lines-9781784633073
(After reading it, you will have to telephone Anna Hemmendinger)
(After 20 years online-knowing Nick, I finally met him last year at a Shadow Lines event; he told me that he doesn't get poetry; fine, fine).
Speaking of Nicks, and of Drakes, and (as your other commenter did) of cousins: Nicks Drake's cousin is William D Drake. Bill D D is the *best* musicker. 2 or the 3 songs played during my wedding were by Bill. Here, have a song to get married to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3m-BFuLy8D8
Such FOMO for July 19th. Ah well. Next time...
I wonder if our physical forms are mere shadow lines to the vast, storied reverberations-tions-ions-ons of our lives.
Be it a large or a small world, nothing is larger than life. Except, of course, art.
I love that from Nicholas Royle! It is always such a delight to discover some ephemera. Thank you for the music, I shall listen x