Outer Tactics Spinning Sibylle Baier's Colour Green, or really it's on Spotify to be more honest about modes of transport of information, the sound going in a cache instead of circling below a needle, vestigial record like a water wheel turning and turning over the stream one side of its white oak faded by the sun but none of this can tell you anything about her voice, Sibylle's, how it took nearly 30 years for Colour Green's songs to make it out to people, ghost voice carried into the new century by a son— now I'm getting ahead of myself the songs are just beautiful, were recorded between 1970 and 1973 with minimal accompaniment, mostly, stored thereafter until Sibylle's son Robby made a CD of them and gave one to
J Mascis, rest is history etc. I have never written about how my mom is a singer, was in all manner of bands over the years and recorded on three occasions: "Don't Be Shy" in 1988, "Center Stage" in I forget what year, and "Sands of Time" in I also forget, something funny searching "sands of time" in your email, hoping for what exactly the video we made for it, mom's song, Bob had big ideas that shaped it but the song is hers, intellectual property law notwithstanding (my mom is also a lawyer)— a forest gave itself a name and now we're here. Today I couldn't remember my father's hands, Kristi asked me what rings he wore band of late gold on the horizon near sunset, evening an inkling waiting for
its quill forgetting is nothing like baseball on the radio in which they tell you repeatedly who's where because you cannot see Stevie Nicks rehearsing "Wild Heart" in the makeup chair singing her heart Out “I kind of hate the word ‘heart’” Ben Mirov says somewhere silent seas Richter’s Rachmaninoff’s (Op. 32 No. 10) sustain pedal with poets it’s always the line break and never the brake line foolish heart pumping fluid for ever god's water wheels intercepting just enough blood to keep us lit illumine the marian brain "immaculate etymology" I googled trying to continue my dad always loved that one Staind song
The cover of Reclaimed Water by Tom Snarsky (Ornithopter Press, 2023)
happy #twopageplustuesday all! today’s for longer poems you’ve written or loved, that would run to 2+ printed pages—share ’em if you’ve got ’em :)
today’s also my mom’s birthday, so here’s one from my book Reclaimed Water that owes a great debt to her music, which I’ll 🔗 below—
