And you think I’m harsh …
Via Avery’s old friend NG, music criticism in a poem, from the Oxford American. The poet takes on the voice of God responding to Ricky Skaggs’ recent gospel album. The poem begins:
No more light strumming of your mandolin
and the whispered tone and the sap-
happy featherweight songs in my honor.
Ricky no more treacly bullshit, I actually
rose up from the dead. Do you understand
what that means exactly.
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