Samuel Andreyev – “A Discussion with Van Dyke Parks: The Vernacular and Beyond” (2018)

June 17, 2019 at 1:20 pm (Music, Van Dyke Parks)

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Lawrence Ferlinghetti – “Pity the Nation” (2007)

December 13, 2018 at 6:56 am (Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Life & Politics, Poetry & Literature, The Beats)

(After Khalil Gibran)

Pity the nation whose people are sheep

And whose shepherds mislead them

Pity the nation whose leaders are liars

Whose sages are silenced

And whose bigots haunt the airwaves

Pity the nation that raises not its voice

Except to praise conquerors

And acclaim the bully as hero

And aims to rule the world

By force and by torture

Pity the nation that knows

No other language but its own

And no other culture but its own

Pity the nation whose breath is money

And sleeps the sleep of the too well fed

Pity the nation oh pity the people

who allow their rights to erode

and their freedoms to be washed away

                       My country, tears of thee

                            Sweet land of liberty!

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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“Flash Harry”

November 25, 2018 at 8:56 am (Harry Nilsson, Music, Poetry & Literature)

Written Nov. 24, 2018…

The laughter and the craziness
go hand in hand
drunken revelry on demand
that was the man they called Flash Harry
songs for the kiddies and a few for the walking dead
the nighttime calls that inspire mortal dread
3-day benders with the wife screaming,
“when ya comin’ home?”
never knowing if you’ll wind up in the gutter or a hotel in Rome

A voice that can reduce grown men to tears
delivers the knockout blow
Saturday night’s high brings another Sunday low
the vampires of Hollywood,
madmen in tandem
a runaway train running off the rails
there’s always another good time just around the bend
though nobody knows when the delirium will end

He put the lime in the coconut
and sweetness in the sour
getting from the hangover to another happy hour
everybody’s talkin’ ’bout Flash Harry
millions know the words
but not many know the name
singing like an acrobat on a trapeze wire
from the proverbial frying pan he jumped into the fire

Blood on the microphone
demons in the closet
a gram or three before the wedding
just to steady the nerves
a love for Una that would last for all time
he could be your closest friend,
then turn straight on a dime
the boy from Bushwick causing havoc,
but allowing others to take the blame
that was the man with the unprintable name

A lovable teddy bear with protracted claws
the night owl breaking all the laws
a bottle of cognac in one hand and a grenade in the other
he was everybody’s favorite big brother
though now he’s sadly gone,
a man cut down in the prime of his years
friends recalling his majesty
through laughter and through tears
but his voice will sing throughout the ages
and this was the man they called Flash Harry.

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Jack Kerouac – Excerpt from “On the Road” (TV – 1959)

July 17, 2018 at 6:10 pm (Jack Kerouac, Poetry & Literature, The Beats)

Jack Kerouac reads from On the Road on The Steve Allen Show from Nov. 16, 1959…

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Caitlin Johnstone – “Paradise” (2018)

May 26, 2018 at 5:10 pm (Caitlin Johnstone, Poetry & Literature)

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Caitlin Johnstone – “Singing on the Deer Docks” (2018)

May 24, 2018 at 5:08 pm (Caitlin Johnstone, Poetry & Literature)

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Caitlin Johnstone – “Come Dusk” (2018)

May 21, 2018 at 5:06 pm (Caitlin Johnstone, Poetry & Literature)

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Caitlin Johnstone – “Here We Stand Naked and Dauntless in the Junkyard” (2018)

May 18, 2018 at 5:05 pm (Caitlin Johnstone, Poetry & Literature)

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Caitlin Johnstone – “Oh Hominid” (2018)

May 15, 2018 at 5:03 pm (Caitlin Johnstone, Poetry & Literature)

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Dareen Tatour – “Resist, My People, Resist Them”

May 4, 2018 at 7:10 am (Life & Politics, Poetry & Literature)

Resist, my people, resist them.

In Jerusalem, I dressed my wounds and breathed my sorrows

And carried the soul in my palm

For an Arab Palestine.

I will not succumb to the “peaceful solution,”

Never lower my flags

Until I evict them from my land.

I cast them aside for a coming time.

Resist, my people, resist them. Read the rest of this entry »

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