Tag Archive | music

(nowhere) to be found

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it’s the alone in
the dance that makes the never
knowing so complete

Amaya at dVerse asked us to consider music that brings us to tears.  There are many candidates these days, but I chose Jackson Browne’s “For a Dancer” for it’s longevity and continued relevance in that department.  People, places, things…they are always “dancing in and out of view”.

And a ghazal for the song as well.

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In the quiet of a summer’s afternoon I think of you
in the absence that is always in this room I think of you

My mind plays tricks and mixes up the present and the past
in memories recalled and then exhumed I think of you

Bananas peaches lemons oranges strawberries and limes
in fruit that ripens and releases its perfume I think of you

I search for guidance in the symbols of mythologies and stars
in portents that appear like ghostly runes I think of you

The fiber spun and dyed the needle waiting in my hand
in threads that cross like patterns on a loom I think of you

Sometimes I seem to recognize a voice calling and turn
in the abbreviation of my nom de plume I think of you

Pay attention to the open skies.


Poems and Art at “the song is…”

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Marianne Szlyk, at “the song is…” has posted 3 of my poems with accompanying artwork as part of her tribute to musicians born in the 50s.  The Prince and Police-inspired work appeared on the blog, but the Stevie Wonder-inspired art and poem are new.

She also has some wonderful musical links at the bottom of the post (as she always does), and I’d just like to quote from Stevie, first from the song “As”, and then from his words, spoken before he sang that song at Aretha Franklin’s Homegoing service.

“Change your words into truths
And then change that truth into love”

“Let’s make LOVE great again”

Thanks, Marianne, for featuring my work, and for your continuing support of music, art, and words.

You can see the post here.


Ella at 100

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For Ella

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

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

Cut loose but
not lost.  Walking on
air–a voice–
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.


Creatures of the Wind

nina simone

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.

My Name Is…

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doves cry purple rain
as symbol or royalty
nothing compares 2

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Too soon.

poetry month

3-Day Quote Challenge Day 2

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

Ornette Coleman 1930-2015

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when will the blues leave?
what is the name of that song?
free jazz.  of human

Joe Cocker 1944-2014


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I’m writing a short
letter:  so beautiful; you
made me feel alright.

quill pens

I haven’t been happy with the ink pen I found packed away from 35 years ago.  While looking online for alternatives, I saw some feather pens.  Some of them had metal nibs attached, but a few were actually quill pens.  Interesting idea.  I ordered two from Charles at Onlyrealquills on Etsy.  They are beautiful to look at.  The drawings above are done with the writing pen; I haven’t tried the calligraphy one yet.  Charles sent me some tips for their use, but of course doing is always the best teacher.  For first attempts, I’m pretty happy.  They require a delicate touch, which I like, and I like how differing amounts of ink (depending on how deep you dip the quill) can result in a denser and blacker effect or can be quite light and delicate.

And Joe Cocker:  Rest in Peace, the music will live on.


Faces 4

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Robert Plant:

“I’m pleased with how ridiculous I am.  I like me.”

“Music is for every single person that walks the planet.”

Some people just beg to be painted.

Gifts from Nina

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Nina and I worked together doing textiles, but we always wanted to be making other art.  We would get together and draw and paint; I keep coming across the results, like the above portrait of me, probably done at the same time as the still life, because it’s also on rice paper.  We would also sit at the piano in her apartment in Chelsea and sing songs:  Laura Nyro was a favorite, and “Desperado”, the Eagles song.  I loved it because it was fun, but also because it reminded me of the times my father would sit at the piano, and the family would sing my parents’ favorites:  Tin Pan Alley and Broadway show tunes.  Those were good times.

fine phenomenon scan

Nina and I have always been giving each other art, and I have a little marker drawing of a cloud and rainbow dated 1977 that’s faded a lot but you can still read the words:  “a truly fine phenomenon”.  She was using text before it became a trendy art element.  I scanned it in the frame, and I like the misty results.

rainbow card

She’s also given me a few of her cards, and this hopeful one is a favorite.

Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it’s too late