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praesent nr. 24 = the missing
12/10/06
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i miss san francisco. but it’s fine in the very second i remember: it’s still there. i can go there. worse is missing dead authors. you just can not shake hands any more. and no »hi, how are you, kenneth?«
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»praise the hands of the air… « is all i remember of this certain poem by kenneth patchen. cant find it in the www and the book was from the library. like 90% of all my past books.
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i still desperately WANT the trench patchen wears on this one pic.
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sounds as if modest mouse knows it all:
people as places = people are the places that i wanted to go
It was not the intention
But we let it all go
Well it messed up the function
And sure fucked up the flow
I hardly have people that I needed to know
‘Cause you’re the people that I wanted to know
All this scrambling around
Hunting high and then low
Looking for the face love
Or somewhere to go
I hardly have places that I need to go
‘Cause you’re the places that I wanted to go
Yeah you’re the places that we wanted to go
Yeah you’re the places that we wanted to go
You’re the people that we wanted to know
Shouldn’t have to ask
You shouldn’t have to ask
‘Cause we are your real place
