Harry partch sings sarah w. happy birthday in his insane scale (afro-chinese duet) even if she can't hear it. Sufjan too.

I'm here trying to come up with a trope for a poem due tuesday. Trope. Trope. I can think of things that you could make metaphores out of, like a blind man's white cane, or a singing saw, or a battery, but not enough interrelated thoughts to make a good poem. It's late though, so that's not helping. I'll be back on it tomarow.