abrupt ends and brief spaces
if sulivan would have been american, i presume he'd be a southerner.
a bluesman, of sorts.
he visited america once, i think. but like his trip to india,
however, it seemed to have had an abrupt end. it seemed also to have
only been for a brief space of time. i may be wrong.
abrupt ends and brief spaces. like his words and sentences. like the
life lived.i don't know sulivan's words well. i won't ever presume
to. but i know his words hurt and i know his words heal.
as i left the parking lot of work today, i lit a cigarrette and i
listened to townes van zandt. the song reminded me of the same kind
of abrupt ends and brief spaces sulivan wrote of so well.
We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all that's real
Some fall on you like a storm
Sometimes you dig your own
But choice is yours to make
And time is yours to take
Some dive into the sea
Some toil upon the stone
To live is to fly
both low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eyes
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