The newscaster’s hair Gives his skull A crisp geometric shape It’s streaky blond hue Of grainy oak Communicates Solidity Grips his face Shining above Wars and catastrophes Calamities and chaos, So that we can feel secure— Not a hair out of place
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Fred Harris sees poetry as a natural skill suppressed in industrial society. He has encouraged individual expression in collective arts through experimental theatre and collectively-written video drama, in East Lansing in the 70’s, and in the mid-Hudson valley since. He has used arts therapeutically at the Astor Home and at Health Alliance Partial Hospital, and has brought audience stories alive on stage for forty years with Community Playback Theatre.
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