We start out by drinking the finest drops
of an elixir in a bottle labeled Drink Me. We trip and fall down
(or up) a rabbit hole or
did we fall and then trip?
The government says up is down;
bad is good, losing is winning — cognitive dissonance — everything is loopy and loony.
The first hour is unreal, sir, real surreal, sir. How do you see/feel?
The second hour starts with the lovely melancholy of the cello in the hands of aural surrealists like Pale Saints and Kristin Hersh. Now, from the surrealists where could we go except to the realists.
Well,how about that? It turns out that reality is stranger than fiction.
Jane Siberry reminds us that love is everything
Ida say what needs to be said —
“What did you miss?
In the telling of all this
And how could you guess
That it would ever be like this?”
Strange times and even in wonderland love is the only thing that matters.
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