As decrepitude descends upon my poor broken old body, this piece takes on an even more poignant air. When I was doing performance poetry back in the early nineties, I had a long poem which echoed and mirrored this piece, called Lullaby. My piece, which I no longer have, was about a descent into madness. It was very effective as theatre… Not so much as poetry. I wish I could share the piece here, but I only remember a few lines, a fragment…

“Into the valley,

No word of a lie

No twinkling eye….”

No more. I’m sure it was a work of genius.

It was very effective, got a big reaction from the audience.


Happy Days.



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