Poetry Friday: 1938 by J. Patrick Lewis

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The audience hears the ghost of Robert
Johnson, four months gone, easing out
of a Victrola phonograph at center stage -
the entire concert suddenly enveloped
by the man who was not there.

- selected lines from 1938 by J. Patrick Lewis

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Comments

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I like the idea of songs on a phonograph as ghosts. The entire poem was a lovely trip in time, a year in the past and where we came from. Thanks for sharing this.

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Thanks for stopping by!

fascinating

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What a fascinating snippet of poetry--the idea of recordings as ghosts. It reminds me of how people hang on to voice mails.

Re: fascinating

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Absolutely.

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Thanks, I love Pat's poems and never read this one.

Re: Poetry Friday

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There's nothing like an old record - and there's NOTHING like a live performance.