Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"The sun's not yellow it's chicken..."

" all except Cain and Abel and the Hunchback of Notre Dame are either makin love or expecting rain..."

" all except Cain and Abel and the Hunchback of Notre Dame are either makin love or expecting rain..."

I don't know jackshit about poetry but
there it is.

I remember the first time I heard him.

Mt Vernon Square
Baltimore
Windows open at PeabodyConservatory[/ur] Huge high windows like a twenty foot speaker, the sound of music floating out on the square.
And a radio on park bench playing hard rains going to fall.
circa 19sixties

He is a poet
I don't know much about the guy
not really
Trying to think about what he is doing lately
I don't think he wrote protest songs
he wrote poetry
But he was so in-tune with the times
I suppose that is what makes a poet immortal
when he is still in tune with the times a hundred years after his death. Or even a thousand years.

in the meantime
it is circa 2010 here in the land of the scared witless
and I can hardly wait until the next election
cause I still got enthusiams
I don't think he was ever "political"

"What kind of house is this," he said,
"Where I have come to roam?"
"It's not a house," said Judas Priest,
"It's not a house . . . it's a home."

Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled,
He soon lost all control
Over ev'rything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll...

The White House has that effect on some people...

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........"ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more"

..."There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air."

"All except Cain and Abel and the Hunchback of Notre dame everyone was either makin love or expecting rain..."

........ tangled up and blue....

...
The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.

its the thing
its not there
but
ever present
connect the dots
if you are able
the leaves fall
but
the world is all patterned
no in a negative
but in the way an exhale
becomes something other than itself

i used to care, but
things have changed

... and through us all in jail
for carrying harpoons ...

ain´t talkin´
just walkin´