It’s hard to say if the music of poetry creates the emotion in a poem, or if it is the poet’s emotion that creates the music. Probably both are true. The intention to write with music, and the fact of doing so, are likely to put the writer in a state in which any emotions present have a good chance of coming out. It’s a well-known quality of music that it can get to feelings very fast; and when a person writes, it can deepen and color whatever is there to be said. There have been poets who wrote poems while listening to music – but usually they are just finding their own, in the words they write. This music is the most essential part of the “translation” a poet makes from ordinary to poetic language.

Kenneth Koch, Making Your Own Days: The Pleasures of Reading and Writing Poetry (via litverve)

O GREAT LIGHT

( O Great Light/we be beastin’ and feastin’/while the gunman lines them up    our rulers gather in toxic shadow/knit more wool over blinded eyes/their hands    in our pockets stealing essence they  slither insanely under rock/morning    has come and the light will find them/Great Light i vow    i will not fuck these men) 1. Great Light this morning i wake to choirs of illuminated angels     intoning  mad hiphop chorales in yr   Holy Name       O Great Light i am yr Bitch. 2. Great Light i am yr Holy Bitch/ i climb the hotel stairway to the upper room    Mahalia sings as i slide Parisian garter down chocolate leg/i fix upon the john    with slitted eye/i will not take your money sir/ no bills upon my dresser/go     raise a child to give to earth and i will part my legs-     Great Light i am yr Holy Bitch 3. Great Light the phony funeral is over/so is the gunfight    at the ok corral / great Light i saunter the arched walkway    at the hour of blue/each click of my stiletto/ is a tick    for the end of time.    Great Light i am yr Bitch    O Great Light Mama i am yr Holy Bitch 4.O Great Light i step lightly under the starry bridge of sighs and whispers,   O Great Light I drop to my knees in awe of majestic co-creation   O Great Light i linger far into the next morning of the world   O Great Light i annoint my transpussy with myrrh and golden frankinsence   Great Light i lift my skirts and universes flow between my thighs   Great Light i am yr Bitch   Great Light i am yr Holy Bitch                                                                         hassan falak 18-19 dec. 2012

Sparkles

-Daniel Wolters

Eotchan- from Flam Chen on Vimeo.

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Broun Fellinis-herodotus on the nile (by Beto Perretta)

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based in the Bay Area,these gentlemen,as a group,have withstood the test of time.few ensembles remain as one for decades. they have,and you can hear it in every note!

His horn talks.

there are three lives in a poem.

the first is in the writers fingers, voice, 

the poets warm willing house

the second is lived in the ear, the land shift, the waist of the reader

and

the third 

comes

when 

someone 

remembers.