Absurdia
or Derriere Bollywood -such are the things a man watches, dear reader, as he twists and turns in bed, beat, totally beat.
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A Transit Poem
At a Hoboken quay, listening to the echo
Of foghorns and the slap of waves against
The piers, the heart grows silent.
And the quick hours in that north I spent thawing my frozen mouth Against your body of stars, arches, Downy paths, secret mazes,
Begin to loom before my eyes Like these Manhattan towers Wreathed in wispy oceanic mists.
Note: One great advantage (apart from the low state taxes) of living across the Husdon from New York City are these very lovely views one is granted of this locus, this hive of human life.
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R.I.P Rostropovich
Back in 2002, Atlanta, when I first started haunting free Western classical music concerts, I discovered that I could buy classical music on the Yedang Classics label for far lower prices than your regular EMI or Phillips type labels. And the thing about Yedang label was that the musicians on its roster all came from countries classified as the "East Bloc" during the Cold War era. It was on one such CD (yes, if you have $5 to spare buy this gem of a CD) that I had heard Rostropovich play Dvorák - I was mesmerized and very much taken by the beauty of his cello playing. So this rainy morning when I discovered, on accidentally clicking the Google News tab, that Rostropovich had passed away, I YouTubed him playing Dvorák right away, and begun my day thusly:
R.I.P Mastero!
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