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UD Live Blogs the Super Bowl

Woke up with these lines from Philip Larkin’s poem “Broadcast” in my head:

… desperate to pick out
Your hands, tiny in all that air …

He’s listening to a radio broadcast of a concert, and he’s trying to pick out the sounds of his lover’s hands amid the thousands of hands clapping after the performance. UD of course will be watching a television broadcast of the Super Bowl, and trying to pick out the face of her daughter, tiny in all that air …

Margaret Soltan, February 1, 2009 10:53AM
Posted in: snapshots from home

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