Lodgepoles Jacobson House Norman, Oklahoma © C.C. Brooks |
THE BARBER
Carried
a stone in her pocket to remind that
problems
weren’t so big in the vista of geologic time.
She
wore sacred things. Rings with precious
stones.
Turquoise
to see the blue sky. Fire agate to see
the sunrise, even on a cloudy day.
I
said I came to Tulsa to pay respects to Yevtushenko.
To
whisper thanks from a friend for his poem
“Babi
Yar” about Nazi atrocities committed upon her ancestors in Kiev.
She
said, “You know, he used to sit right there,
watching
me cut hair for hours, finally saying, your scissors are a painter’s brush. You are an artist.”
NYT article on the passing of Yevgeny Yevtushenko:
"What
do you really want to do for a life work? Break everybody's heart for a dime?
You could always break mine for a nickel and I'd bring the nickel."
-Ernest
Hemingway writing to Marlene Dietrich
“Ah, it’s tough out there,
a
good muse is hard to find.“Ah, it’s tough out there,
Living one word to the next,
one line at a time.
There’s more to life than whiskey,
there’s more to words than rhyme,
sometimes nothing works,
sometimes nothing shines,
like Hemingway’s whiskey”
-from
the song “Hemingway’s Whiskey” by Guy Clark
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVdaEZ2NF1w
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