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James Still about me. I am happy doing what I want to do." The result of this experience was the short lyric, "Lamp." It poses the question: What will happen when my light goes out? I do not need to comment on the rich symbolism. All that remains of the Littcarr that was, all that remains of Little Carr Creek that was, is gathered here in the small-acreage homeplace of James Still. One could put up a sign, as someone did in a book for Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha County, Dead Mare Branch and Littcarr , Kentucky, James Still, Mayor of Bath, Sole Owner and Proprietor. What next? Albert F. Stewart Lamp From Wolfpen's head to Breeding's rocky steep Only my lamp is burning now so late; Clouds have eaten the stars, the moon lurks low, The sky is lost in the dark death will know. My lone light slaves to make an honest dent In night at heel, on shadows thick as hate; One breath to flame and blackness is unfurled, One quenching wind and it will blind my world. James Still 45 ...

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