“I’m shrinking,” I shrieked,
meaning aging,
nearing death
because I thought that to pretend
I was the witch
In The Wizard of Oz
was funny
and would thus communicate
something
if not exactly my feelings.
*
Cousin Rust,
with your look of blood
and sunset,
I’m almost in love
with the lace you’ve made
of metal
On her new album, Music, Fashion, Film, the musician embraces rock.
The president plans to remake the capital in his own image, but is all he is doing destroying what’s already there?
That so much of the art of “In Minor Keys” is muted in effect is ironic, because so much of it is overproduced, aspirationally eye-catching, and so big.
