Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Death of the Hunter

Irish Sports Section Latest: Lyricist Robert Hunter at 78. Hunter kept a low profile, but he could forge a tune, Smith! Not to everyone's taste, for sure, and the effect is probably significantly enhanced by Ripple, Mr. Frosty, and other Sundries Not to Be Named. But I thought he had a great style, form, and pacing. He's got a place in my palace of poets. Example: China Cat Sunflower (1969).


Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eye Jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee




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