“In her childhood she learned to leave behind pain by reading books. Sometimes they took the books away—too many words, too much pleasure. She turned to poetry. Words to learn by heart—to say over and over again in the dark.”
— bell hooks, Wounds of Passion: A Writing Life
Thanks dabacahin for posting this. I can really identify.
It’s hard to say why, but this song is so much more beautiful when she sings it live, by herself, without some guy interfering. Still, I love it.
I’m losing the appetite for strangers.
From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood.
It would mean the end of the internet if more people felt this way, wouldn’t it?
Another one by Sara Hickman
I heard her sing this live when she was opening for Nanci Griffith. Wonderful song. If you like this one, try 500X and Salvador. If I can find the video version of either, I will post them.
A young man in one’s bedroom is capable of being explained, but a corpse is always a hindrance.