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the sulivan site begins. the mission as i recall--- 

to further the appreciation of the life and work of jean sulivan, particularly in the english-speaking world.
...or at least a place called america.

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sulivan sounds

sulivan's words set to music.

the intro to the cd reads as follows,
Jean Sulivan(1913-1980) is a highly idiosyncratic writer who has never held center stage in the world of literature.
Sulivan fled the illusions of the media circus, criticizing its perverse effects long ago, and won over an almost underground following of fervent readers stirred by his vibrant calls for a jubilant spiritual insurrection.
Reading Sulivan's writing aloud in a clear,distinct voice does justice to his packed, rhythmical language, revealing its power and unexpected harmonies, while setting his words to music underscores the sweeping melodic lines of his style.

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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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