DAVID: You begin the first poem in your new collection, Roll Deep, with the words “My midlife journey”—not to brag, but I caught the allusion right away—and in the final poem you speak of planting “winter vegetables in July.” (I’m no gardener, so I don’t know when you’re actually supposed to plant parsnips up here in Zone 1, but I do know that July’s midway toward winter, or maybe a little past.) Not to start off on a grim note—I’m writing this literally in August (figuratively in, what, late October?)—but we both seem to have one ear cocked at time’s winged chariot. 3,272 more words
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SOUNDTRACK: THE DEAD MILKMEN-“Anderson, Walkman, Buttholes and How!” (1990).
Yesterday’s album could only be followed by this song. The Dead Milkmen, always willing to mock, wrote this song with that hilarious title. 699 more words