"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

20 February 2016

Ray Wylie Hubbard, "The Knives of Spain"

If I had some poet’s wings                               
I would fly to New Orleans   
I’d rhyme my trials and my misdeeds                        
So if you cut the words they would bleed                      

And in the night when I’m all alone                          
And the sadness goes to the bone          
I’d make the words in the refrain
As lethal as the knives of Spain

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