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Friday, August 18, 2017

Los Cigarros Cubanos Son Los Mejores Del Mundo





The Man With The Blue Guitar
By Wallace Stevens

I

The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.

They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."

The man replied, "Things as they are 
Are changed upon the blue guitar."

And they said then, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,

A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are."

II

I cannot bring a world quite round,
Although I patch it as I can.

I sing a hero's head, large eye
And bearded bronze, but not a man,

Although I patch him as I can
And reach through him almost to man.

If to serenade almost to man
Is to miss, by that, things as they are,

Say it is the serenade 
Of a man that plays a blue guitar.

III

Ah, but to play man number one,
To drive the dagger in his heart,

To lay his brain upon the board 
And pick the acrid colors out,

To nail his thought across the door,
Its wings spread wide to rain and snow,

To strike his living hi and ho,
To tick it, tock it, turn it true,

To bang from it a savage blue,
Jangling the metal of the strings�

IV

So that's life, then: things as they are?
It picks its way on the blue guitar.

A million people on one string?
And all their manner in the thing,

And all their manner, right and wrong,
And all their manner, weak and strong?

The feelings crazily, craftily call,
Like a buzzing of flies in autumn air,

And that's life, then: things as they are,
This buzzing of the blue guitar.








Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Sam Shepard Remembered















"Coyote's in the coffee shop
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas and eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles
And the carbon ribbon rides"

Joni Mitchell about Sam Shepard in her song 'Coyote'












Samuel Shepard Rogers
November 5th 1943 - July 27th 2017













Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp.
As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath:
"Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square.
I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death."


Bob Dylan and Sam Shepard - Brownsville Girl














Saturday, July 22, 2017

Nobody







"The whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness of the interdependence of all these living beings, which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another."   -  Thomas Merton