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| Eric | 07.02.2005 14:39 | to hear the music Here is a little Bukowski poem I wanted to share with you all and to dedicate especially to our old raindog H : RAIN a symphony orchestra. there is a thuderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under the trees and run inside to the pavilion the women giggling, the men pretending calm, wet cigarettes being thown away, Wagner plays on, and then they are all under the pavilion. the birds even come in from the trees and enter the pavilion and then it is the Hungarian Rhapsody #2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look, one man sits alone in the rain listening. the audience notices him. they turn and look. the orchestra goes about its business. the man sits in the night in the rain, listening. there is something wrong with him, isn't there? he came to hear the music. Nice, ain't it ? Eric |
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