Callicoon Theatre (b.1948)
We are of the same stuff
That Quonset hut and I
Post-war remainders
Conceived in the wake of it
And destined to carry it along
The last, great one
Now we appear quaint
Settled in the new millennium
There are sturdier monuments
Less subject to the craft of redefining time
But they have no joy
Our folly and salvation
July 17, 2012
posted by Berlinbound at 1:04 PM
2 Comments:
The subject of this nifty little poem reminds me of the Latchis theater in Brattleboro, VT.
All these upstate small towns have a flavor of their own, and to stumble across long-standing cultural institutions in them like the Callicoon redoubles the pleasure.
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