|page typed on Twiltone (paper then used for mimeo) from NB in '67, larry goodell|
(this followed the poem in the NB) . . .
(now this is weird, I’m maybe tuning in more on galactic frequencies that my brain agency converts into words — “between the digits” came strongly. I walked outside, coming back in “told frequency. . .” came. & then the next groups down to“Scout. . .speaks” came. The rest was prompted by looking back to earlier things, came as if to make clear, bring a person, mask, character in to explain. ?? I read Keith Wilson’s poems from Graves Registry this afternoon – one, “Battle Scene,” has clear-cut description (in gd sense) then half-way thru, a “character,” the boy enters the poem. Just thinking in retrospect this may have been in my mind strongly)
|NB 4 june-oct '67 (a page)|
-- golly I've been reading Keith Wilson for over 40 years!