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The Minstrel Show

When I was young, possibly as young as five or six, my parents were friends with some people who lived in Millville, the next town over. 

I remembered this morning going to a community theater event there as a kid that ended with a minstrel show.  Blackface, lots of banjos, Mr. Bones, the Interlocutor, the whole thing.  I’m pretty sure my parents’ friends were in the show, and that’s why we went.

For some obscure reason, I woke up this morning with the tune "Heart of My Heart" running through my head and the memory came back to me. From 1965 or 1966.  I’m assuming they did the song in the show.  I know we sat through the whole show; I know this is all I remember of it.

That’s all I remember; the music, the banjos, the tambourines, the singing.  Would I have felt that anything was wrong at the time?  I doubt it.  I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it without thinking much about it.  Did anyone feel outrage or even discomfort about such a thing in a New England mill town back then?   I imagine the event made it into a local newspaper, maybe with photographs…

I wonder.  I wonder if somewhere in Millville, people recall being in the show and regret it now…or do they simply recall what a great time they had at a community event, the camaraderie, the joy of performing? 

And where are all those banjos now — gathering dust in attics, in closets, in basements; are they unstrung with busted heads and broken necks, or have they found new life playing other songs…or the same songs delivered in new contexts?

Maybe someone in Millville regrets only that times have changed and they couldn’t do that show today, and it’s a crying shame that that’s the case.


Status (revised)

tony is thinking that green is the new black
tony is imagining a stem in his forehead
tony is sprouting starfruit

tony is dancing with an architect to the music of ionic columns

tony is capitalizing the second letter of a full sentence
tony is confusing the cat on the bed by standing on his hands
tony is fattening himself for snakes

tony is daddy to a bush baby’s mama
tony is sleek in the rain
tony is privately closing a library door
tony is cracking under pleasure

tony is singing "oh atlanta" to a snow globe

tony is your best friend

tony is your dangling participle
tony is a black male of indistinguishable height wielding a gun
tony is a blonde hottie with a mole on her right temple

tony is pastor of the right temple
tony is a right living cowboy
tony is the right wing of a left flying duck

tony is stringing together unrelated words
tony is throwing dice under a shower of scorn

tony is a social network anchor
tony is a reclusive ringleader
tony is a refusenik twenty years late for martyrdom

tony is naked
and running as fast as he can
toward you
in case you are blind to his own nude need
and hoping you’ll accept him anyway

tony is trying to think of what he could say
to redeem himself right now


Dog Of My Heart (revised with thanks to Laura)

Dog of my heart,
why won’t you hunt?
Why are you stifled
and panting?

Dog of my heart
with your long orange tongue
and your back-ruffled fur,
why are you hiding?

Dog of my heart,
leaper of turnstiles,
with your shadow-deep bark and
your tail on the go,

dog of my heart,
why are you sleeping?
Fetch me a notion
to worry and chew —

I’ll fill in for you
until you are well,
crawl through the mud
on my belly.

Dog of my heart,
rib-ridged and matted,
why won’t you come
when I call you?

Why are you silent
when danger comes round?
It’s not like I trust my own
instincts —

dog of my heart,
why won’t you hunt?
Why am I sitting here
weeping?

If the news of the moment
is curdled and sour,
if the prey that we seek
is retreating

before what we offer
to draw out their hunger,
why must I do this
alone?

Dog of my heart,
muse with a collar,
come back to me
and I promise

that we will go hunting,
we will catch fire,
we will bend all our breath
into baying

at the moon,
at the sun,
at the fox we can’t name,
at the quarry we’re sure is still out there.

O dog of my heart,
I sing of compression,
I need your senses
to expand me,

to keep us on point,
to keep me alive;
dog of my heart,
my ambition.
 


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Thanksgiving Eve

Yes,
I know,

the first official Thanksgiving Day
was ordered to celebrate
the massacre of
700 Pequots
in 1637;

yes,
I feel

accountable to the dead
for eating too much every November,
thus joining the rush to hide behind
the legend of the feast 16 years earlier
in Plymouth
that is used these days
to screen us from
an ocean of blood;

yes,
i must balance

gratitude and shame
when I sit with family and friends
and look at a bounty
built on theft and genocide;

if I say no
to every contradiction
I face every day,

I will sit alone in a hermit’s cave
barely breathing for fear of hurting another,
spend the rest of my life in mourning
for every cruel act done in my name
and never try to see the glad faces
of those I love
as anything more than a lie.

So yes,
yes

to making a temple anew
from sharing bread with others; and
yes, yes to holding tight to the memory
of death in the fields around villages
burning like candles on the shore
of Long Island Sound;

yes
to believing

that while the past is alive
in every bite of every dish,
all I have is the present
and the hope that the future will be born
in a revolution rising
from injustice I do not forget;

in the remaking of myths
through truth applied as lesson,
and not as bludgeon.


Jack Daniels, 7 AM

It’s 7 AM
and there’s frost on all the windshields,
thick enough to scrape for the first time all season.
Trash is all outside, the cat’s all balled up in his window,
all’s right with the immediate world —

so I shall consider having a shot of Jack Daniels
just because I want to sleep some more
and I’m too awake to do so,
just because I can…

People will think it alarming, and crazy.
It will cause concern among my closest friends.
Others will think I am more artistic for doing so
and others will think I am alcoholic simply for considering it
and I’m sure someone will suggest I try some tea I’ve never heard of
or some rare yogurt or perhaps some exercise or yoga
or quote me something about the drunkard’s soul
that they read in a fake shaman’s latest book
or maybe someone will say, "Right on!"
in a fake 60s libertine voice they don’t understand well enough to use
and someone will refrain from commenting but secretly agree with me
while reaching for the tumbler she didn’t empty before falling asleep
and another friend will send me a message asking, "Are you OK?"

I’m fine. I’m good.
In fact this morning
I can welcome the entire world
to my arms,

which is why I’m publicly considering
having a shot of Jack Daniels
on a Wednesday morning at 7 AM…
really, there’s no reason not to have one
beyond the reasons I choose to entertain —
no one’s waiting for me to be strong and corporate today,

and the thought of that
is enough to make me sleepy,
and laugh at myself,
and pet the cat,
and then head back to bed
to sleep like a drunk, like a baby,
only getting up when I’m damn good and ready,

in pure spite of all the judgment
in the freezing air.


Two readers in the open tonight at GotPoetry Live.

I expected a low turnout with the date and all, but considering I drove down from Worcester with a blistering headache to do it, it was discouraging.


Mostly for myself, notes for later work, but feel free to comment…

bumped to encourage further comments.  i’m working on something; made these notes in a doze.  somewhat prompted by a pair of videos talaam acey has on his myspace.
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Major problems with the current state of much of the poetry used in slams:

— influence of college forensic competitons
— too linear/progresses from A-Z without true surprise
— too general
— too polarized; too prone to reflecting the world through extremes
— the perceived need to teach/educate/exhort
— too immediate, too many topical references w/questionable long-term shelf life
— too influenced by pop culture

lasting value?  unknown for most works but…not hopeful

reflective of larger culture’s concerns/standards without being truly revolutionary in any sense

minimal connection to world beyond the narrow lens


Tonight at GotPoetry LIVE…plus updated schedule!!!

Local poet, artist, editor Melissa Guillet presents readers published in Sacred Fools Press’ latest release, "Appleseeds."  This excellent volume contains poems about the US and boasts some fine poets.  Please come down and read, listen, enjoy.

GotPoetry Live
Every Tuesday night 8-10 PM (signup for the open at 7:30)
Blue State Coffee
300 Thayer Street
Providence RI

Pass the hat donation/1 food or drink item minimum

Below, the schedule of who’s coming up:

NOVEMBER
25  “APPLESEEDS” ANTHOLOGY BOOK RELEASE PARTY

DECEMBER
02  MICHAEL BROWN
09  SAM TEITEL & STEVE SUBRIZI
16 JACOB HALLER (of THE KILLDEVILS!)
23 HOLIDAY OPEN MIC
30 CHRISTIAN DRAKE

JANUARY
06  MORRIS STEGOSAURUS
13 “COWBOY” MATT HOPEWELL
20 THE REVEREND MIKE McGEE
27 SAM GRABELLE & G.W. MERCURE

FEBRUARY
03
10
17 DUENDE!
24 BLAIR

MARCH
03  LOUISE ROBERTSON
10
17
24
31  BILL CAMPANA


On The History Of Tolerance (revised)

In tenth-century Arab Andalusia
under Abd-ar-Rahman the Third,
poetry took the place
of newspapers and poets
sang of everything
from the faces of God
to the price of mutton.
While the rest of Europe lay dark and stony
in thrall to iron Church singularity,
Cordoba rang with Jewish and Christian songs
as the muezzins roused others to prayer
with Arabic.  Spain as we know it today
was being born,
someone was listening to all of this
while looking at an oud
and thinking about inventing the guitar,
everywhere the gardens were light
and filled with splashing water,
palaces were cool
and open,
the streets were tingling with ideas…

and now,
it’s all we can do
to look at one another.


Perfect (revised; was “Tuned”)

a guitar
socking into tune
each string matching its fretted neighbor’s tone when sounded together
the bell-throbbing of a not-quite-there pitch
disappearing into one clear note
shared between two

thrills me
like archery’s
pull and release
that sends an arrow
true


Variations

1.

You are my highway —
lines in the night, my destination
ahead, my home, safety, warmth.

2.

You are the highway —
the road that goes one, splits,
shifts from blacktop to gravel
and back again…

3.

You are highway.  There —
path on sand, skein on rock:
binding a promised land. 

4.

Highway: made by hand
and filthy machines.  Black in rain,
slick as danger, the only way to go
these days…drive: we’ve got
miles left to cover, and we can talk anytime.


Right now,

I’m enjoying hearing ocvictor  interview Robert Bly over on the Eclectic Word.

Although I’m not entirely sure who’s interviewing who.  😉

Bly just mentioned his visits to various schools in the Worcester area in the early 70s, hosted by former Worcester poet and old friend Fran Quinn.  This is when I first met him, back when I was 14…taking me back….35 years, now. 


My 100 albums list

It doesn’t meet the criteria in the albumchallenge community, but I had a request to repost it.  Here it is.

1.   John Coltrane — A Love Supreme (1965)
2.  Beatles — Revolver (1966)
3.  Keith Jarrett — The Koln Concert (1975)
4.  Carl Orff — Carmina Burana (Eugene Ormandy/Philadelphia Symphony; remastered reissue, 2002 )
5.  Patsy Cline — Greatest Hits (1967, the Decca Records release)
6.  Sex Pistols — Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols (1977)
7.  Elvis Presley  — Elvis Presley (1956)
8.  Hank Williams — 40 Greatest Hits (1978)
9.  Robert Johnson — King of the Delta Blues Singers (originally recorded in 1936-37; repackaged in 1998)
10. Jimi Hendrix — Axis: Bold as Love (1967)

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11.  Patti Smith — Horses (1975)
12.  The Clash — London Calling (1979)
13.  Ornette Coleman — The Shape of Jazz To Come (1959)
14.  Various Artists — Stiffs Live Stiffs (1978)
15.  Frank Sinatra — Trilogy (1980)
16.  X — Los Angeles (1980)
17.  Talking Heads — Fear Of Music (1979)
18.  Beatles — Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (1967)
19.  Brian Wilson — Smile (2004)
20. Beach Boys — Pet Sounds (1966)
21.  Anthony Braxton — Six Compositions: Quartet (1984)
22. James Blood Ulmer — Tales of Captain Black (1978)
23.  Tony Bennett — Forty Years of Artistry (1999)
24.  Ella Fitzgerald — Ella and Basie! (1963)
25.  Aaron Copeland — Appalachian Spring (recorded many times since 1944; I prefer the original scoring for chamber orchestra)
26.  Richard and Linda Thompson — Shoot Out The Lights (1982)
27.  Richard Thompson — Rumor and Sigh (1991)
28.  Ray Charles — The Genius of Ray Charles (1959)
29.  Albert Ayler — Holy Ghost (recorded 1960-72; issued, 2005)
30. Various Artists — 400 Years of Folk Music (1964)
31.  Various Artists — The United States of Poetry (1996)
32.  Pink Floyd — Wish You Were Here (1975)
33.  Bob Dylan — Blonde On Blonde (1966)
34.  Bob Dylan — Blood On the Tracks (1975)
35.  Otis Redding/Jimi Hendrix — Live At Monterey Pop Festival (1968)
36.  George Gershwin — Rhapsody in Blue (Paul Whiteman Orchestra recording from 1924, with Gershwin on piano, reissued 2000 )
37.  Ludwig Van Beethoven — Ninth Symphony (again, many recordings exist)
38.  Woody Guthrie — Woody Guthrie : The Asch Recordings (released 1999)
39.  Miles Davis — Kind Of Blue (1959)
40. Bruce Springsteen — Nebraska (1982)
41.  John Fahey — Blind Joe Death (1959)
42.  John Fahey — The New Possibility (1968)
43.  Thelonius Monk — Live At The Jazz Workshop, San Francisco (1962)
44.  The Who — Quadrophenia ( 1973)
45.   The Rolling Stones — Exile on Main Street (1972)
46.  Liz Phair — Exile in Guyville (1993)  (NOTE:  Can’t have #45 without adding this one!!! )
47.  Benny Goodman — Carnegie Hall "From Spirituals to Swing" Concert (recorded 1938, released 1950)
48.  Chuck Berry — Greatest Hits (this has been released and repackaged so many times it’s hard to pick a date)
49.  Charlie Parker — Jazz at Massey Hall (2004 reissue of a 1947 concert — reissue is longer)
50.  Weather Report — Live In Tokyo (1972)
51.  Public Enemy — Fear of a Black Planet (1990)
52.  Public Enemy — It Takes a Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back (1988)
53.  Run-DMC — Run-DMC (1984)
54.  BDP — By All Means Necessary (1988)
55.  Van Morrison — Astral Weeks (1968)
56.  Andres Segovia — Andres Segovia: Baroque Favorites (mid 70s)
57.  Johann Sebastian Bach — The Brandenburg Concertos (the Deutschegrammaphon recording from the mid 70s)
58.  Johann Sebastian Bach — The Goldberg Variations (as recorded by Glenn Gould, solo piano, mid sixties)
59.  Parliament — Tear The Roof Off : 1974-1980 (1993)
60.  Gal Costa — Gal Costa (1969)
61.   D’Gary — Horombe (1996)
62.  Various Artists — Duende! (no, not us; flamenco collection from the early 90s)
63.  Paco de Lucia/John McLaughlin/Al DiMeola — Friday Night in San Francisco (1981)
64.  David Bowie — The Rise And Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars (1972)
65.  Nirvana — Nevermind (1991)
66. Sleater-Kinney — All Hands On The Bad One (2000)
67.  Various Artists — Left of the Dial: Dispatches From The 80s Underground (2004)
68.  Sonic Youth — Daydream Nation (1988)
69.  Joni Mitchell — Blue (1971)
70.  Joni Mitchell — Hejira (1976)
71.  Stan Getz — Getz/Gilberto (1965)
72.  Herbie Hancock — Headhunters (1973)
73.  Branford Marsalis — The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born (1992)
74.  Velvet Underground — Velvet Underground and Nico (1968)
75.  Sam Cooke — Portrait of a Legend (1951-64) (2003)
76.  James Brown — Live At The Apollo (1963)
77.  Buddy Guy — Can’t Quit the Blues (2006)
78.  Muddy Waters — Hard Again (1978)
79.  B.B. King — Indianola Mississippi Seeds (1970)
80.  Howlin’ Wolf — The Chess Box (1992)
81.  The Who — Who’s Next (1971)
82.  Jefferson Airplane — Surrealistic Pillow (1967)
83.  Black Sabbath — Paranoid (1970)
84.  Metallica — Master Of Puppets (1986)
85.  Ralph Stanley and The Stanley Brothers — Clinch Mountain Gospel (2001)
86.  Django Reinhardt — In Paris (1939)
87.  Various Artists — Township Jive (early 70s collection of South African Pop)
88.  John Coltrane — Interstellar Space (1967)
89.  John Coltrane — Ascension (1965)
90.  Duke Ellington — Fantasy in Black and Tan (again, too many release dates to pick one)
91.  Sister Rosetta Tharpe — Complete Recorded Works, Vol 1 (1996 — someone needs to collect ALL her stuff into one box!)
92.  The Staple Singers — The Ultimate Staple Singers (2004)
93.  James Brown — Sex Machine (1970)
94.  Sly and The Family Stone — There’s a Riot Goin’ On (1971)
95.  Jimi Hendrix Experience — Are You Experienced? (1967)
96.  Madonna — Ray of Light (1998)
97.  Pink Floyd — Dark Side of the Moon (1973)
98.  Ella Fitzgerald w/Joe Pass — Take Love Easy (1973)
99.  Bob Marley and the Wailers — Catch A Fire  (1973)
100.  The Master Musicians of Joujouka — Brian Jones Presents the Pipes of Pan at Joujouka (recorded 1968, released 1971)

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Notes:

— Placement and position in the top ten was easy, surprisingly enough.

— 11- 100 shouldn’t be taken as a measure of my appreciation for a specific album, except when there are multiple entries from one artist.  Then, the ranking reflects my feeling about the merits of the albums compared to each other, e.g., Pink Floyd’s "Wish You Were Here" is a better album than "Dark Side of the Moon," in my opinion.

— This isn’t a list of my favorites, although there’s nothing on here I don’t love or at least like a lot.  I tried to answer the request in the spirit in which it was asked:  albums people should listen to before they die. The intent, as I saw it, was to expose a person who was dying to great moments in music.  Hence, my effort to go far beyond the pop genre itself, to get a broad variety of music to share, and to reach beyond the modern, album based industry to get at stuff recorded pre-LP, from alternate ways of thinking about music releases, and to provide broad overviews of significant artistic careers.

If I’d had my druthers, for instance, there’d have been a lot more Richard Thompson and Bruce Springsteen on the list, but I chose to simply pick things I thought best represented who these artists are.  I also left off a lot of stuff I personally love simply because I had to choose a broad spectrum of work — hence, nothing from the GY!BE world of music, from Captain Beefheart, from a variety of alternative noise/folk/jazz artists, and some other folks whose work I love a lot.  It became a problem of limits with only 100 recordings to choose from.

— I also assigned myself another criterion: I have to have owned all these albums at one time or another.  Many have been sold in the last few years, while others pass through my hands to other people who I thought would appreciate them or needed to hear them, and I never got them back.  That’s life, and it’s cool with me.  But if I’d owned stuff like Bollywood film music, a better selection of ragas, a Balinese monkey chant, gamelan recordings, rai, etc., they would have been considered and it’s likely some of it would have showed up here.

— Many of the artists I chose, especially those outside the rock and jazz arenas, either predate the advent of the LP or have released so many albums (B. B. King, for instance, has released over 100 albums, although I chose a single LP for him) that finding an "album" to represent them was difficult or impossible.  in order to reflect my feeling that these artists were important, I included various greatest hits and compilations to get them out there for people to think about.

 This is especially true of things like "Live Stiffs" and "Township Jive," which are more than just comps; they represent important moments in the history of modern popular music.