Jim Harrison - Clear Water 3 lyrics

Ah, yes. Fame never got anyone off the hook, it seems. Some poignant evidence to be offered in McGuane. There's a cutoff beyond which a certain number of people know you exist for various reasons, good or bad or with a notorious indifference. Said Spicer: My vocabulary did this to me. Meaning what he was, near d**h in an alcoholic ward. Crane or Cavafy. Alcohol as biography more surely than serial poems. I doubt it. We are drawn to where we end like water for reasons of character, volume, gravity, the sound we make in pa**ing/not all the sounds we made in pa**ing in one place - a book. Each day's momentum of voice carrying backward and forward to the limits, beginning and end. We drink to enchant our voices, to heal them, to soothe with laughter, to glide awhile. My words k**, k**ed, me, my lord. Yes.