Friday, June 3, 2016

not a poem: On Ali

other night happened to listen to Another Side of Bob Dylan for first time in years and I Shall Be Free No. 10 came on, where Bobby comically threatens to make Cassius Clay's face look just like his own, and I thought - what a thought that both these guys are still alive.
didn't post that though, felt morbid, seeing as how i'm seeing Dylan in a couple weeks but much more so knowing how long Ali's been in terrible health thinking right then his time cannot be long, Next day there's bad news, next day he's dead.
i dunno.
when i was a kid, he was still going, he looked like a hero. he just looked like he was the good guy. he sure talked like the greatest winner there could ever be. then in junior high school, i learned about his stance against the war and that made him more of a hero than any stance in a ring.
thing is, there are no heroes, it's not a real thing, a hero. but there is the heroic, and that was heroic, that was righteous.

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