The Strange
Foreign for wherever the crowd is they are not many but from them come the few good paintings the few good Symphonies the few good books and other works and from the best of the strange ones perhaps nothing they are their own paintings their own books their own music their own work sometimes I think I see them say a certain old man sitting on a certain bench in a certain way for a quick face going the other way in a passing automobile or there's a certain motion of the hands of a bag boy or a bad girl while packing Supermarket groceries sometimes it is even somebody you've been living with for some time thank you you will notice a lightning Quick Glance never seen from that before sometimes you will only note there existence suddenly in Vivid recall some months some years after they are gone I remember such a one he was about 20 years old drunk at 10 am staring into a cracked New Orleans mirror Faith dreaming against the walls of the world where did I go