Imbued with the magic of every morning, the porch swing takes flight. [video width="1280" height="720" mp4="https://impedagogy.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2024/09/The_Swing.mp4"][/video]   It always (and by ‘it’ I mean life) always for me comes down to the ordinary acts of anonymous living piled high and heated and smithed… and again until it becomes memory– perdurable and fizzing.    

  TL/DR: Just go to the GoogleNotebook site as well as listen to the podcast below.   I wrote this poem several weeks ago.  I don’t think anybody read it.  It made me wonder if perhaps it might be too obscure so I asked Google. How did I do that?  I used the new GoogleLM…

Taken from the comments of Dave Pollard’s How to Save the World.  Dylan covered by Kenny Wayne Shepherd: [embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JVkHbJE4_o[/embedyt]   Here’s the lyrics.  They rain and tumble down: Broken lines, broken strings Broken threads, broken springs Broken idols, broken heads People sleeping in broken beds Ain’t no use jiving Ain’t no use joking Everything…