Here you will find the Poem Alcide of poet William Matthews
Walking with Jesus the slow, behind the beat. Mr. Resistance. Mr. Ohm, Mr. Exactly Lame. By some reluctance, some restraint, if it be a restraint, by some undertow and stutter, the halt and lame can strut. You can hear it yourself. Buy a few records and think how big a bass is to a small boy, his fingers bleeding to grow deft. Bandages are for amateurs and they blur the tone, that habit a bassist and his bass conspire, the way a couple learns a stride though the man's taller by a foot.
