oh dove.
From Men I Trust1:
“To be ours
Like the trees on our shores
All tweezed
The cliffs eat away at our knees”
It is fascinating how good poetry can somehow arrange common words to evoke a kind of instantaneous phenomenological experience that one can’t easily articulate with words but feel (understand?) intuitively; like a beam of warm sunlight rushing through a small gap between clouds in an overcast day.
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From their 2021 album entitled “Untourable Album,” a newer live version posted on YouTube last night. ↩︎