Thursday, June 24, 2010

My Father's Son

My father’s mind goads the tension of itself, and
Through its body’s heart, filters a brilliance, weighs its
Energies, and generous spills out through steady hands
The stuff that heralds a fast adeptness.

These mildest rogueries, like the wits that lined his
Boyhood’s pants-pockets–that line mine now–hit the
Base of his astuteness. Quickening gifts! Exposures
Of his soul’s splendor that begot my own,

That astounded, held the smallness of my beginning,
And weeping, wondrous-gazed into the stirring bundle
That was everything there, which in ephemeral buddings
Keeps whole the complexity of its exactness.

Perhaps it was this same majesty that found me: his
Little boy at seven, gentle-thumbing the ash and putty
Of his elbows while he, a bit tired, napped—those cells
So easily molded—their old clay, the softness of him.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Thrill Me To The Marrow: Love & Beauty as a Structural Sustenance Worth Singing About.

Allow us to consider the following lyrics to the song 'Suite: Judy Blue Eyes.'

(Written by Stephen Stills, and made famous by Crosby Stills & Nash).

It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely

I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard

Remember what we've said and done and felt
About each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of
What we are not now
I am not dreamin'

I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard

Tearin' yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean
I don't love you
I do, that's forever
Yes and for always

I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard

Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock
And laughter the key to your heart
And I love you

I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard

And you make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard

Friday evenin', Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone, I'm tired of you
What have you got to lose?

Can I tell it like it is?
(Help me I'm suffering)
Listen to me baby
It's my heart that's a suffering
(Help me I'm dying)
It's a dying, that's what I have to lose

I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays?
(Baby baby baby)
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing the song, don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow

Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy, lilting, leery, losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady

Que Linda me la traiga cuba
La reina de la mar caribe
Cielo sol no tiene sangre alli­
Y que triste que no puedo vaya
Oh va, oh va, va.

This song was first recorded in 1968 on a demo tape and then released in 1969 on the group's self titled debut album.... 1

More to come soon.

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

:: Wednesday's commute ::

A gilded latticework of trees awoke and hasty-
dressed in morning sheltered rooms.

Then as the twilight crept across earth's floor,
It swung a weighty door, the new day -- wide. 

Glimpsing new-brassed branches hung with snow
-- slight arms as bright as chandeliers --

I -- the cold-budged-unexpected guest
In awe--this holy domicile exposed, counted
among a blessed number there rose up to see them
- God's house all ceiling-less and filled with cheer,
and gentle prayers uplifted to our host.