LAURIESTON HALL

As i come up the driveway

The excitement builds

Past an old coach-house

To the ornate front porch

A group of fairies

Waiting to greet me.

The wholly ineffable magic

Immediately;

So that I ease into couches by the fire

Chats with new and old friends

Flight Deck

The sauna and the pond

talking round the log fire

Jumping from the sparks.

The beautiful lawn

With its wooden brokendown ship

And the tree-house

Moments of

Inexplicable loveliness

Words miss it

In their Eliot attempt to capture.

Balcony Room

Calm inside but looking out too

…………………………………………….

Yes I shall, somehow,

Get there;

I shall be there

This year

To be a part of the magic.

Illness or not,

Utopia will win

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About decayetude

ENTHUSIASMS: CLASSICAL MUSIC, ESPECIALLY OBSCURE ROMANTIC COMPOSERS; BACH/HANDEL LITERATURE, ESPECIALLY THOUGHTFUL, WELL-WRITTEN(STYLISTICALLY)NOVELS W G SEBALD WALTER BENJAMIN THEODOR ADORNO(JUST BEGINNING!) AESTHETIC PHILOSOPHY GAY MEN'S WRITING;QUEER THEORY STIMULATING DISCUSSIONS(EMOTIONALLY AND INTELLECTUALLY) GOOD RICH THICK ESPRESSO MICHAEL PONTI SPRITUALITY/LIFE'S "AURA"(BENJAMIN), WHATEVER TRANSCENDENTAL THING YOU WANT TO CALL THIS MEMORY-the elusiveness thereof. LOST TIME AND AN ATTEMPT AT ITS REDEMPTION(NON THEISTICALLY/RELIGIOUSLY)
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