MAY 2001

YOU KEEP RETURNING, MELANCHOLY,
THE GENTLENESS OF THE LONELY SOUL.
A GOLDEN DAY GLOWS TOWARD ITS END.

HUMBLY, A PATIENT MAN YIELDS TO PAIN
RECITING HARMONY AND GENTLE MADNESS.
LOOK, IT'S ALREADY GROWING DARK.

AGAIN THE NIGHT RETURNS AND A DYING MAN GRIEVES,
AND ANOTHER GRIEVES WITH HIM.

SHUDDERING UNDER THE AUTUMN STARS,
EACH YEAR, THE HEAD SINKS LOWER AND LOWER.

("IN AN OLD ALBUM" BY GEORG TRAKL - TRANSLATION BY DANIEL SIMKO)

FOR SANDY - WHEREVER YOU ARE - WE WILL MISS YOU...