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The Sunday Poem: Scavenger Crow

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Jul 022006
 

His claws and beak, tools of hunger, classify
Kernels on a tree powdered into gold.
I wish I did not recognize myself in him.
Where is his murder? He marks his boundaries,
Removing wood from corn, placing corn
In gullet, no flock beyond the sky and caw
Of hunger. A metal thing, he is,
Ball-bearing eyes and hammered feathers
Rusting away. He sorts to understand,
Desperately separating grains from wood grain,
A glutton wasting half his food.

This is a poem about analysis, I think, about the impulse to understand, and about what we lose and gain in the process. Mostly lose, in this case.

Jun 182006
 

This was a man with wooden hands. He danced to heavy beats
but in the silence of his closet Mussorgsky bellowed.
He greeted with an hidalgo turn of wrist, and breathed the country,
inhaling its people and brushing the industries off his upper lip
like the foam from stiff beer. The kind of man
Who searched for the foundation stone of mountains.

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Jun 112006
 

Trying to break it up again, with a song instead of a poem.

I've been working on a CD called Longitude off and on for about four years. I get the urge to polish it up every once in a while, but mostly I let it sit. At this point, it's mostly mixing, EQ'ing, and mastering that is left to be done. This is, I think, the first song I have posted off of that CD. It's representative of the sort of instrumentation that is on Longitude, which is written for full band, rather than just as an acoustic album (this song features not one but two electric guitar parts, plus bass,drums, and backing vocals!). Continue reading »