On the Nature of Legacies and Joanna Newsom’s “Sapokanikan”
Who will remember me when I am gone? Will my stories exist beyond my life? And what about the things we already forgot?
I fell, I tried to do well but I won’t be
Will you tell the one that I loved to remember and hold me
Divers
A hundred years from now, may look and despair
And see with wonder
The tributes we have left to rust in the park
The snow falls above me
The renderer renders:
The event is in the hand of God
The land lone and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand
So we all raise a standard
To which the wise and honest soul may repair
Vivian Lee is a book editor and writer based in New York. Her work can be found in The Los Angeles Times, Eater, The Rumpus, and more. Follow her on Twitter @vivianwmlee or on the internet at vivianwmlee.com.
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