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How You Feel When You’re Middling Good
By my so potent art, as full as opera,
Boasting of placards in the noontide sun, I am the one Who found the way To bring the song and dance to light of day. Weak masters that they be, the dead lie down before me. November 1999
From the Daily Whale.
Drawing from Prospero’s famous speech in The Tempest
and from Emily Dickinson’s poem
“I Cannot Dance upon my Toes”.
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