THE LITERARY SIXTIES

Today (6th of November 2016) marks the 20th anniversary of Mario Savio's death.

Baez makes my hair stand on edge

The disappointment I feel in you is unparalleled by time. The clock continues. It’s arms are needle strewn, antacid, the marred plagues of the things I thought you once were. I prayed for you. I found aid within the angels. My spirit aches for what you do. What you have done. I prayed for you. And thus, this pain is paramount and numbing. Like the hang on the tongue of the spiralling wurlitzer, I see you and I see you and I watch you tumbling. I wanted you. Oh, how I wanted you. But I am forced to take refuge among angels while your soul crumbles to a dead black end. You spoke to me of hell. You are hell. But you know nothing of the hell I feel, my love.

How incredible must you be to play for five and a half hours on stage and still sound so so so so amazing??