Another favourite poem of mine, from one of my favourite books: A.E.. Housman's A Shropshire Lad, a book which some people tell me they find grim. (I say book because I don't view it as a collection; to me, it's more a verse novel.) My friend Michael — who introduced me to Housman — set this poem to music a few years ago. That version is the best I've ever heard. Here's an online edition of the book.
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Fantastic!
Dude, I have several readings coming up -- since you've got that killer voice and you're so damn good at reading other people's poems -- you want to pinch hit for me? I hate getting up there.
Well done. (See, I worked some baseball in there... I know a little bit about your math lesson masquerading as a game. I mean, it's not like I made a touchdown swish at the basket, but my shot's onside, no?)
GM: What kind of percentage are you paying? It's all about the money now --- I'm getting a tattoo of Adam Smith's hand, right over my heart.
HS: Still hitting yourself over the head with PL?
Would that tattoo be in invisible ink, John?
Z
Of course, Z. It's gotta be --- to match the exact colour of my heart.
Kinda like a hangover, huh?
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