The Jeunesse Doree persists.
Mar 5, 2006
Boston University Fulcrum Reading November 2005
Damn fine, my man. One can see you all patched and tweedy, elbows on mahogany and those thin Irish fingers nervously surrounding a glass of highland malt, a drop of sweat discoloring your coiffure.
This was sublime...your voice is wonderful. I don\'t know how old you are, but you sound so young.
When you speak, your voice reminds me of Elmore Leonard, whom I heard read once in Raleigh.
This was just great. Man.
Poems sad and merry and comment and comedy about the same. We eats cold eels and think distant thoughts.
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