A maverick's madness is without method and his genius without purpose.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
On James Rhodes
Every sinew in his arms and fingers, and every cell
are straining to create those exploding notes.
They are exalted, and let free
into the farthest dimensions of the universe
in the splendor of that music.
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