Remembering It All

Derek Bell: Reminiscences of Seán Ó Riada
Robin Williamson: The Rocks of Pleasure

I felt like lying down
by the side of the trail
and remembering it all.
The woods do that to you,
they always look familiar,
long lost, like an old dream,
like a piece of forgotten song
drifting across the water,
most of all like golden
eternities of past childhood
or past manhood and all
the living and the dying
and the heartbreak that
went on a million years ago
and the clouds as they
pass overhead seem to testify
(by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
--Jack Kerouac
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