Off the album “By the Dawn’s Early Light,” I listened to the cd for the first time and said—oh man! He’s speaking poetry! I hate poetry!—back in my poetry is so boring days. I’d skip past it. So these strange angels showed up in my life and in the play they were putting on (they would add other people to their silly stories all the time …) the angels said, Harold is our friend. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, sure … but okay, I’ll humor you. And in this tale—they called the episode “Angel Talk”—they started out singing “Brother Can You Spare a Dime” as though they were looking for contributions—something I always frowned on—even though this was a fantasy—but giving the idea that instead of talking, they were just going to sing songs. This was angel humor—at times, quite the stretch—poking fun at me moaning about the poetry on his album—which I explained as tactfully as possible given that I had agreed to play along and here I was—telling this poet that his creations were … well … boring. A fun day …
Off the album “By the Dawn’s Early Light,” I listened to the cd for the first time and said—oh man! He’s speaking poetry! I hate poetry!—back in my poetry is so boring days. I’d skip past it. So these strange angels showed up in my life and in the play they were putting on (they would add other people to their silly stories all the time …) the angels said, Harold is our friend. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, sure … but okay, I’ll humor you. And in this tale—they called the episode “Angel Talk”—they started out singing “Brother Can You Spare a Dime” as though they were looking for contributions—something I always frowned on—even though this was a fantasy—but giving the idea that instead of talking, they were just going to sing songs. This was angel humor—at times, quite the stretch—poking fun at me moaning about the poetry on his album—which I explained as tactfully as possible given that I had agreed to play along and here I was—telling this poet that his creations were … well … boring. A fun day …