It’s me. Indiana Beagle.
Didn’t recognize me with
these glasses on, did you?The BeagleSword was ‘not yet dead’
and the rabbit hole was heroic and sad.“The other night I dreamed that you and I were walking
toward a sunset and suddenly the sun began to rise.
Reminds me of a favorite book of mine.
But, then, I had the same dream about two other men
when they were down, Carl Sandburg and Robert Frost.
Carl was eighty-three on January 6 and Frost is even older.
God bless you and keep you. I’ll see you in 1980.”
– James Thurber,
from a letter he wrote – but never sent –
to his friend Ernest Hemingway shortly before
Hemingway’s suicide in 1961.
Thurber, himself, died 4 months later.
The “sun” reference is to Hemingway’s
first book, The Sun Also Rises
“Homesick”
I’ll lose some sales and my boss won’t be happy,
but I can’t stop listening to the sound
of two soft voices
blended in perfection
from the reels of this record that I’ve found.
Every day there’s a boy in the mirror asking me…
“What are you doing here?”
Finding all my previous motives
growing increasingly unclear.
I’ve traveled far and I’ve burned all the bridges.
I believed as soon as I hit land
all the other options held before me,
would wither in the light of my plan.
So I’ll lose some sales and my boss won’t be happy,
but there’s only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter,
on a chance that on a tape I’d find
a song for someone who needs somewhere to long for.
Homesick.
Because I no longer know where home is.