And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
— Pablo Neruda, from “Poetry,” Neruda: Selected Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1990)
we used to be so silly! bring back the old mascot, that sports portrait background, top hats, 1880’s bouffants, tobacco pipes and those dorm room curtains.
but seriously, can we get some ironic reruns of old bates sweaters or something?
When that song came on the radio,
you turned it up and said, ‘Let this
be the anthem for our bad choices’
and I thought of Bad Choices as a place as in:
Bad Choices, Montana and I wondered
what it must feel like to be mayor there
and then I remembered that I am.