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Anita today

Writer's picture: Conrad DiDiodatoConrad DiDiodato

Updated: Feb 13, 2022

Some reflections on a favourite American jazz singer coupled with the drive home from work...

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Cloud banks won't give an inch, weary of my jolts,

and there on the way home (like the first time) comes up a life— hers!


Cooing to a mike may be too much for a lady who's high. Sluggish weeks arrayed in a row look like streaks on the old old old— (funny that mood in me which wishes a life turn into O'Day and a boozy grin)


A face, hers, Anita's along the road coming to a blue lake is what this is, and with it birds, too, looking like cool asphodels in their own feathery and white and ornamental gloves-- like hers


Sure she'd felt what it was to sing the predawn and a hat spiraling like one. Driving up the road in some ridiculously long and rising way is all it took for me to see O’Day:


the image comprised, in fact, of a trilogy of things things things—like bird, hat & lake—and a cool girl who's high as the moon, all the way home.


(2011)


 
 
 

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