Joe Lovano (tenor saxophone, percussion), “One Time In,” published 2/11/19 (Trio Tapestry with Marilyn Crispell [piano], Carmen Castaldi [drums], 2019)
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lagniappe
reading table
Emily Dickinson, writing to her cousins (Louise and Frances Norcross) after the death of their father, closes with this (letter #278, poem #528 [Franklin], 1863):
Let Emily sing for you because she cannot pray.
‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so –
‘Tis Living – hurts us more –
But Dying – is a different way –
A kind behind the Door –
The Southern Custom – of the Bird –
That ere the Frosts are due –
Accepts a better Latitude –
We – are the Birds – that stay.
The Shiverers round Farmer’s doors –
For whose reluctant Crumb –
We stipulate – till pitying Snows
Persuade our Feathers Home
Buddy Guy, “First Time I Met the Blues” (E. Montgomery), 1960
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lagniappe
random sights
yesterday, Oak Park, Ill.
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reading table
I had been hungry, all the Years – My Noon had Come – to dine – I trembling drew the Table near – And touched the Curious Wine – ‘Twas this on Tables I had seen – When turning, hungry, Home I looked in Windows, for the Wealth I could not hope – for Mine – I did not know the ample Bread – ‘Twas so unlike the Crumb The Birds and I, had often shared In Nature’s – Dining Room – The Plenty hurt me – ’twas so new – Myself felt ill – and odd – As Berry – of a Mountain Bush – Transplanted – to a Road – Nor was I hungry – so I found That Hunger – was a way Of Persons outside Windows – The Entering – takes away –