Tuesday, April 7, 2009

get some young

"Swanly was a prescient boy. He hated that their youth might end. He saw the foul gloom of job and woman ahead, all the toting and fetching, all the counting of diminished joys like sheep with plague; the arrival of beard hair, headaches, the numerous hospital trips, the taxes owed and further debts, the mean and ungrateful children, the washed and waxen dead grown thin and like bad fish heaved into outer dark. He felt his own beauty drawn from him in the first eruption of sperm, an accident in the bed of an aunt by marraige whose smell of gardenia remained wild and deep in the pillow. Swanly went about angry and frightened and much saddened him." - Barry Hanson, "Get Some Young" from High Lonesome

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