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The Yearn for Music
I ran into a strange little book. It was written by Sergeant Patrick Gass the chief carpenter of the Lewis and Clark expedition. It's not really a journal but then it kind of is. It's not really a book of poems bit then they kind of are. This is one page that he wrote, in the way in which he wrote in 1806, coming back to the United States.
When Cruzatte for whatever reason refuses to break out the fiddle, we manage with our own lame voices to fill the unfillable void. Something in the form of a hum to begin with, something that eventually wants words, words that like the humming are easy and poorly but devoutly remembered. And once upon a time, I tied on my carpenter's apron to become the waiter to serve them, pouring from my flask a stream of unending wine to fill their goblets. Ah, music. Ah, words. How, singing softly, the meanest among us becomes all heartstring and moonglow. And the flask I serve them from is the one I brought from home, from Catfish Camp to the Ohio to the place I chance to be standing on when I joined the Corps to be stationed here where at night what we can't otherwise say in daylight we can say in song.
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I know poetry when I read it...eloquent, beautifully worded and kind of makes you feel like you're there with the writer... Thanks for posting...
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Beautifully written. Eloquent, yet simple. Thoughtful and emotive.
Ditto on the thanks for posting comment.
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