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Wednesday, August 8th

sounds of New York

Ingrid Laubrock (tenor saxophone) & Mary Halvorson (guitar), live, New York, 2013

 

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lagniappe

random sights

other day, Monhegan Island, Maine

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Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea –

—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 143 (Franklin)

Sunday, August 5th

sounds of Shreveport

Pastor Brady Blade Sr., Brian Blade & The Fellowship Band (Brian Blade, drums, et al.), Hallelujah Train, Shreveport Symphony Orchestra, “Let Your Light Shine on Me,” live, Shreveport, La., 2017

 

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lagniappe

random sights

other day, Monhegan Island, Maine

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Bring me the sunset in a cup –

—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 140 (Franklin)

Wednesday, July 18th

sounds of India

Nina Burmi (vocals), Ramesh Mishra (sarangi), Sanju Sahai (tabla), live, London, 2006

 

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Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!

—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 136 (Franklin)

Tuesday, July 17th

sounds of India

Hariprasad Chaurasia (1938-, bansuri), Raag Hansadhwani, live

 

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I’m not lonely
because I have secrets;

I’m lonely because words
can’t bring the past into the present

(which amounts to the same thing).

—Rae Armantrout, from “Pretty Little” (London Review of Books, 7/19/18)

Thursday, July 12th

basement jukebox

Buddy Guy, “This Is the End,” 1959

 

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lagniappe

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Butterfly
sleeping
on the temple bell.

—Yosa Buson, 1716-1784 (translated from Japanese by Robert Hass)

Thursday, July 5th

serendipity

Yesterday, working on a brief in an attempted-murder appeal, I began to run out of gas—then I bumped into this.

DJ Jazzy Jeff, live, Philadelphia, 2017

 

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lagniappe

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Lynda Barry, cartoonist, author, teacher, talks about poetry.

 

Wednesday, July 4th

violin festival
day three

Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750), Chaconne (Partita No. 2 in D Minor); Ivry Gitlis (violin), live, Tokyo, 1990

 

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Try to Praise the Mutilated World
by Adam Zagajewski (1945-)
(translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh)

Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees going nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.

Saturday, June 30th

desert island disc

Sly and the Family Stone, Fresh, 1973

 

Track list:

1. In Time 00:00
2. If You Want Me To Stay 05:47
3. Let Me Have It All 08:48
4. Frisky 11:44
5. Thankful N’ Thoughtful 14:56
6. Skin I’m In 19:38
7. I Don’t Know (Satisfaction) 22:33
8. Keep On Dancin’ 26:25
9. Que Sera, Sera 28:49
10. If It Were Left Up To Me 34:13
11. Babies Makin’ Babies 36:13

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Now as a spirit
I shall roam
the summer fields.

—Katsushika Hokusai, 1760-1849 (Japanese Death Poems, Yoel Hoffmann, ed.)

Saturday, June 23rd

what’s new

Various DJs (Muqata’a, Sama’, et al.), live, Palestine (Ramallah), 6/22/18

 

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[W]e may reason on to our heart’s content, the fog won’t lift.

—Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), “The Expelled”

Thursday, June 21st

basement jukebox

Jimmy Ruffin, “What Becomes of the Brokenhearted,” 1966

 

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Our share of night to bear –
Our share of morning –
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning –

Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way!
Here a mist – and there a mist –
Afterwards – Day!

—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), 116 (Franklin)

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