Thursday, March 30, 2017

March 30: Book Club Meeting, Mark Strand, "From the Long Sad Party"

Just finished our Book Club meeting.  We read Pot Farm by my friend, Matt Gavin Frank.  Matt joined us for pizza and chicken wings and brownies.  We talked about marijuana and family and diamond smuggling and the Mormon religion.  Oh, and we talked about his book.  He was such fun.

I don't have much more to add.  I will return to Slaughterhouse tomorrow night.  Too tired right now for deep thoughts.

Saint Marty is thankful that he did not have a long, sad party this evening.

From the Long Sad Party

by:  Mark Strand

Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning
and the morning goes.

Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.

It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.

Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We began to believe

the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had
Then someone said something about the planets, about the
how small they were, how far away.

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