I’ve read a book, it’s self published, nobody knows about it and it’s the most groundbreaking thing I’ve ever come across in my life. It’s called ‘The hundred’ by F.G. Buckley. You can look up the author but I haven’t found anything.
I heard my grandfather’s rain-bruised voice.
Picked peonies the color of your nightdress.
I looked for the person I was,
Grieved for the person you were
A decade ago. A fallen world sunk like
Wagon-wheels in the mud.
An intentional mistranslation of Heinrich Heine’s famous ballad about a mythical fair siren on the Rhine, whose song while combing her golden hair was believed to enthrall boatmen enough to strand their boats.
Occasional Musings on Arts & Community in the City of Glass