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2002-06-06

Frédéric François Chopin
B. 3.1.1810 Zelazowa Wola, Poland / D. 10.17.1849 Paris
Tuberculosis

Doldrums! Resounding the thud-thuds as disinclination succeeds disinclination; furred hammers striking the hours.
(It’s all in the wrist.)
Have I given up? I play, but cannot seem to disregard the hole on Lower Broadway: a cave, belching oracles: "Leave the frontiers and marshal every force at the core of you—NOW!"
Security: unopened mail in a pile.
Around the bend—up—up—up—what’s that disappearing with flash of sleeve, fleet-footed there? Some freedom?
Quickly—start the Polonaise!

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