Archive for March, 2015

dark news by Alan Summers | tinywords

Nina Simone | Do What You Gotta Do

Miles Davis Kind Of Blue

Theodore Roethke / The Lost Son

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1. The Flight

At Woodlawn I Heard the dead cry:
I was lulled by the slamming of iron,
A slow drip over stones,
Toads brooding wells.
All the leaves stuck out their tongues;
I shook the softening chalk of my bones,
Snail, snail, glister me forward,
Bird, soft-sigh me home,
Worm, be with me.
This is my hard time.

Fished in an old wound,
The soft pond of repose;
Nothing nibbled my line,
Not even the minnows came.

Sat in an empty house
Watching shadows crawl,
There was one fly.

Voice, come out of the silence.
Say something.
Appear in the form of a spider
Or a moth beating the curtain.

Tell me:
Which is the way I take;
Out of what door do I go,
Where and to whom?

Dark hollows said, lee to the wind,
The moon said, back of an eel,

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Il Postino – Theme-Itzhak Perlman

Tommy Edwards – Please Mr. Sun –1959

Francisco Goya’s ‘Third of May’ 1808


Goya’s ‘Third of May’