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11/15/10 - (2)
Tin-Can Telephone
The rapidly paced still and video highlights (Accompanied by a high-energy-bluegrass soundtrack) Of this past summer's two-month camp season Had a deeply penetrating, plaintive effect, Made me realize, once again, how my past has shadowed me.
The scenes of young boys investing in youth's ways — Fantasy's daydreamy carefreeness, which comes once, briefly (Swims, canoe trips, sports, hikes, cookouts, council fires) — Made my throat tighten, my eyes blur, With evocations of the camper who brought me to this reunion.
For two hours, I listened, through history's sepiaed distance, To the camp director's humorous and emotional narration, As if he were speaking into a tin can Tied, by a thin, thirty-foot length of twine, To the can I cupped to my ear. I could barely hear his words.
11/15/10 - (2)
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