That that that that advice is talking about is not that that that I use. That that is a different that.

I saw him in November playing with Matana Roberts and Ryan Sawyer. It was incredible. I wish they’d record an album together.

Billie Holiday
Sainkho Namtchylak
Ruby Johnson
Meredith Monk
Natacha Atlas

I love this album

It Was Always Time, by Berke Can Özcan & Jonah Parzen-Johnson 7 track album

wejazzrecords.bandcamp.com/album/it-was...

Good shocks are precious. Lord knows we get enough bad shocks in this world.
Thank you for your art and your story and I hope you will play San Diego more often, although you’re one of the few artists that I’ll brave the drive to LA for.

I saw you talking with him after the show. Just the way you interacted, I thought that you were family.
(It was an incredible show, by the way)

Beginning of November by Franz Wright The light is winter light. You've already felt it before you can open your eyes, and now it's too late to prepare yourself for this gray originless sorrow that's filling the room. It's not winter. The light is. The light is winter light, and you're alone. At last you get up: and suddenly notice you're holding your body without the heart to curse its lonely life, it's suffering from cold and from the winter light that fills the room like fear. And all at once you hug it tight, the way you might hug somebody you hate, if he came to you in tears.

Beginning of November by Franz Wright

It Was Always Time, by Berke Can Özcan & Jonah Parzen-Johnson 7 track album

It Was Always Time by Berke Can Özcan & Jonah Parzen-Johnson.
One of my favorites from this year.

wejazzrecords.bandcamp.com/album/it-was...

Calling support for genocide a “niche complaint” is wild. May you never experience what you have wrought on others.

I like it. I’m in an ambient jazz mood today. I was listening to Nala Sinephro earlier. Have you heard her?

So does love, family, art, friendship, community, agriculture, tool use. Seems very silly to dismiss something just because humans have been doing it a long time.

Can a poem know things that the poet does not?

This is a great album. Thank you.

Violet Gibson - Wikipedia

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Hillary lost? She should’ve been replaced.

Hmm, in the one you posted “Exposure” I assumed it was related to the line “For love of God seems dying.” As if humanity’s estrangement from the perfection of God, through their barbarous acts, required imperfect rhymes.

Why was he using them?

Yes.

I’ve listened to this 3 times since I found it here yesterday. It’s incredible. I can’t believe it was recorded in the 60s. Thank you.

I was just listening to this the other day. I’ve loved Alors Quoi (and especially Flâner) since I found it a couple years ago.

It’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

I love the feeling of listening to a song or artist or type of music for the first time and recognizing it as something that I was missing, but no longer, when something feels utterly unexpected and somehow essential at the same time?

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“are these your hands? would you like them back?” Yara Asmar and Majd Chidiac

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“Can it be a charm of
hummingbirds, please. A congregation
of plovers.”

THE CONDITION My Mother tells me that God says even if, even while, the world ends around you, earth tearing root by root, even while the horses stagger into holes, neighing into the darkness, filling their mouths to the throat, when the horn sounds off, Israfil balancing his clouded weight on a rock, his lips cracking and gold, even while you hear the ghosts leaving the spines, their hair longer than ever, breaths coming out in timed instruments, even while the waters seethe open, bodies rolling to the shore. If there is a seed in your palm, you must bend to the soil and plant it.

“The Condition” by Nadra Mabrouk

Listening now. Thank you!

What are your favorite recordings of poets reading their poems? Have you heard the Franz Wright album Readings from Wheeling Motel?

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If I Said to my mother That you were once a doll tucked in the arm of the crooked birch. That we nested lilacs in our lashes but in the morning we could not open our eyes. (Woke but the lids were closed. Woke, but the roof refused.) That you could fasten your song to this cradle-milk sky, that you could lie down to be named here, your bones ribbons, your bones a glass net. And your sorrow the bird in it, beating. And if I said you'd always loved me, that I was your mother, and you had never been mine-my lonely wren, you would believe, you would unclench your grief, let it slip from the silver tree. I say songs are a mercy. Our sleep delivers the leaves. That you are not sick anymore, not sorry-and (feathers, soft blooms) you remember me.

If I Said by Sally Rosen Kindred

THE WEATHER IN SPACE Is God being or pure force? The wind Or what commands it? When our lives slow And we can hold all that we love, it sprawls In our laps like a gangly doll. When the storm Kicks up and nothing is ours, we go chasing After all we're certain to lose, so alive- Faces radiant with panic.

Lovely, reminded me of this one by Tracy K. Smith