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Fly Me to the Moon

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the textbook opens to page 13 (for Laura Nyro)

If you could
learn to be lucky–
if you could
hitch pathways
to stars–would the road go on
infinitely, light?

Bottoms fall
out and down with luck,
mirroring
in reverse
the patterns so recently
aligned in those stars.

Why not drink
of sweet blind dumb luck?
Tempt fate to
work its will?
Why not open the gates to
floods of temptation?

Floating boats
on darkened rivers,
out of hands
to lend—out
of sight the treasure map–
out of luck the tide.

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The birdlings are back…in this case, it’s serendipity.  “The Song Is…” blog has published several of my works inspired by Laura Nyro and Joni Mitchell (the Joni piece appeared here already).  The above poem appears on the blog with a different piece of artwork, but this one was also done for the Laura Nyro theme.

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And to prove how much I have always liked and used the shadorma form…also serendipitously for along the interstice and Shadorma November

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Hope in a Hopeless World

Nina and I will be taking a break for a little while.  Nothing major, just lots of Things To Do.  In the meantime, I’ll leave you with some thoughts from Phil Roy.

Learning to Fly

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Working on a mystery, going where it leads.  Into the great wide open under skies of blue.  Will you sail into the heavens, constellations in your eyes?  A red-winged hawk is circling.

White light cuts a scar in the sky.  Take it to the heart; face up to your soul.  Stand in the moonlight.  You belong somewhere you feel free.

The shape of the mist–
feels like something from a dream–
you’re learning to fly.

Songs quoted: Running Down a Dream, Into the Great Wide Open, The Dark of the Sun, You and I Will Meet Again, Luna, The Waiting, You Can Still Change Your Mind, Only a Broken Heart, Wildflowers, The Waiting, Learning to Fly

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Words from Tom Petty and Colleen’s poetry challenge.

A word (or two…)

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As usual, the Oracle reflected my mood.  Thinking of Walter Becker, and the wonderful words and music he made with Donald Fagan.

Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend
Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again
When the demon is at your door
In the morning it won’t be there no more
Any major dude will tell you
–from “Any Major Dude” by Donald Fagan and Walter Becker

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I was lucky enough to see Steely Dan many times.  Each time different and equally wonderful.

That’s Walter Becker on guitar.  Forever playing in the Tower of Song.

hello makes people
grow big smiles—the mystery
and power of words

 

Black Noise

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Does the shadow know?
like wind projecting time–
shifted dark and light

For Colleen’s poetry challenge this week, another question involving shadow and light.

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Does the fool rush in?
black noise dissolves the punch line–
laughter sailing tears

And because I can’t leave well enough alone, answering with the words of the Secret Keeper’s challenge as well.

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The art also contains layers–a monoprint which was then painted and collaged with tissue paper, with a piece cut from an earlier collage laid over it, photographed on top of both black and white grounds.

Then some shadows and light from Joni and the Persuasions to finish.

Blue (all I want)

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I’ve been to sea before
I’ve been to sky between
I’ve gathered gifts of air
the road under my skin

I’ve asked the why and where
the where of going round
the why of what I seek
the where of why I’m bound

I’m bound to sail away
my mind tells me to roam
but anchors pull my heart
and sing my wandering home

I’ll sing a lullaby
of needle under skin
the waves will help me fly
the spiral shell within

I had been working on this collage, so the dVerse prompt for a song spurred me to finish it.  In our mid-teens, my best friend Alfie and I would play our guitars with the radio on and write our own songs for hours, either at her house or mine, but I haven’t written any lyrics since then.  Where are all those songs now?–I don’t know, although I do strangely remember one, a love song I wrote for her when she had a crush on a boy she met over one summer.

And Joni…this song (and album) are just about perfect.  Always lodged in my brain.

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Alfie and Joni:

Here is a shell for you
Inside you’ll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

Midnight Rider

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To run and
be bound, to keep the
journeyed road–
yes it goes
on, held and released, goes on
running, forever,

and is the path not
paved with our feet?  All gonna
meet at the end.  Let
your voice travel between em,
those lines that surround and catch
the singing, all the
hymns of light, blues of Midnight–
trailing that Rider.

What a beautiful boy he was.  But his face grew into his music.  I was lucky enough to see the Allman Brothers a few years back in one of their NYC residences.

Shovel poem using two lines from Gregg Allman’s song “Midnight Rider” (read the last words of each line straight down).

Ella at 100

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For Ella

The task of
the basket:  calling
unfinished
collections
together with messages
condensed into song.

The elders
plant wandering seeds,
summoning
the dropped lines
into fertilized pockets,
bringing roots to light.

Cut loose but
not lost.  Walking on
air–a voice–
unclouded,
animated, multiplied,
luminous. Flying.

Today would have been Ella Fitzgerald’s 100th birthday.  I’m pleased to have my drawing and poem included in the anthology celebration “Ella @ 100” .

“The only thing better than singing is more singing.”
–Ella Fitzgerald

Happy Birthday Ella.

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Chuck Berry 1926-2017

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Brown eyed handsome man:
the things you used to do.  That
Rock and Roll music.

Creatures of the Wind

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I have two pieces of art and a poem inspired by the great Nina Simone and her song “Wild is the Wind” on Marianne Szlyk’s  musical blog “The song is…”  You can see them here, along with a fun essay by Bill Cushing on not driving.  Marianne has also included a link to the song, as well as a variety of other musical pleasures.

“The song is..” features a lot of interesting writing, art, and music, so take a look around while you’re there.