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Monthly Archives: May 2010
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I have fallen over the precipiceso many times now that time passes slow,that I’m impassive before the abyss,as one who knows well that it’s time to go:But go where? This is a major question that we must address before we proceed -Would you happen … Continue reading
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The coast is clear for nomadic intrigue;let the great gray horde slalom into placein space that spans an historical league,where earth is fruitful, but the seed disgrace:I’ve done no wrong, but we must be undone, unhinged and unlocked, gunned down… Continue reading
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I transit between the crystalline flowof the unheard fountain that rests beneaththe windowpane watch of my weary woe,and the air, transparent like a clear wreath:There is dew in the haze, and my eye dies; cries, I mean, cries out from inside my dr… Continue reading
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The scene: a bar where palm fronds leaf the wall;The time: around noon and the sun is high;The vibe: saturated colors, lights drawl;The deal: over handshakes, my insides sigh:I am a pedestrian eccentric, in a world of sun, glares and sticky palms;… Continue reading
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Possibilities are endless in life,if you keep yourself open to the flowof air and ideas and tactful strife,of water, the depths where memories go:I remember you smiling, working fast with a pen in hand and such wondrous eyes,jotting down sights th… Continue reading
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We must now repair to those currents passedby our streaming drift through the middle-coreof ourself. I am less of a pilgrimand more a man – We are peasants no more!I work for the world; we toil side-by-side; You are inside my rhythms like a beatth… Continue reading
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I woke up this morning fully awake,I think, with a full arsenal of thoughts,ready to do those tasks I oft forsakebecause my mind is a bundle of knots:I don’t know if this freedom will endure, freedom from the haze of the broad and deep,but in this… Continue reading
SHOUT-OUT
Oh, and because I forgot to do it in the previous post, I have to give a shout-out to my girl Beth C, who is fighting the best of fights in Montréal, QC. She’s a frequent chat companion of mine on Sunday afternoons, as we both try to put off doing… Continue reading
WRG also does more obviously “black” music sometimes!
1) Provisionally called “Third-Eye Blind” because it’s about the third eye. I wrote this after hearing Amy Winehouse “rockify” basic soul stuff, and I decided to write something in that vein for a female singer. Here’s the e-mail I sent to a frien… Continue reading
A smattering of Old Jams (All things written and recorded by WRG)
The sun and my recent jamming has reminded me of the fact that music trumps all in my heart and mind. Even the sonnets that give a title to this website have their origin in my fundamental love of rhytmic order that is marr(i)ed to lyrical languag… Continue reading
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