Every time a rock star dies, my friend proposes a protection spell for Iggy Pop
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1 min readOct 3, 2017
Iggy is of the Earth. He’s been dirt; he don’t care. He howls with the open prairie, with the strain of tectonic movements. He will yet return to earth: ashes to ashes, dust to dust, dirt to dirt. He pleads to know “Do you feel it when you touch me,” and it is Walt Whitman’s atoms calling out from the grass beneath our feet. It is the Earth asking if we notice it underneath us. He is our protection spell.
So… do you?
