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Author Archives: urbansonnets
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Today the sunlight pushed through the windows,turning the dust into velvet and gold,unveiling the hearts of covert heroes,turning their voices resonant and bold:New voices were felt from the old bottles, and old songs were heard in the new pollen;… Continue reading
Third World Rhymes: II
Note: This is from a few years ago, though I’m not entirely sure when. “Third World Rhymes: I” is on a napkin in my apartment in Somerville, MA. I’ll up it when I find it. More to come! I’ve spent time with my hands on the fortune Of others, spend… Continue reading
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I speak most deeply when the sky is black,when the lightless air constrains the senses,when the biggest presence is streaked by lack,when the hand in front hankers for fences:Where the painter must contend with the dark, despite memories of the cr… Continue reading
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We need to take this back to the source dream,with words and rhymes and the metrical artbefore I lose myself in this deep screamfrom the darkest/lightest part of my heart:This beat is self-contained, (and) self-realized, so please follow as your i… Continue reading
Urban e-Pistols 1: Dear Tiger Woods
“…even adorned by Norwegian women / blond hair and blue eyes, I’m getting back with a vengeance.” -Malice (from The Clipse), “Momma I’m Sorry” “Get back to where you once belonged.” -The Beatles, “Get Back” Dear Tiger Woods,Malice understands yo… Continue reading
DEMONSTRATION 4: Sal the Cat (The Definition of Tragicomedy)
Ladies and Gentleman: Miss Helen Adilia Arceyut-Frixione (http://thehaafofit.com/) on the vocal.AndSal Esposito as the subject: http://www1.whdh.com/news/articles/local/BO133130/ Continue reading
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The tie hangs off the computer looselyas a reminder of work to get done,but silk and plastic aren’t things that choose meon a daily basis, from sun to sun:I feel chosen by love, by words, language,sound, hope, the tastes and textures of living, an… Continue reading
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I’m at a point where it’s hard to followthe lines of leaders, the dreams of othersnot mine, and forced down and hard to swallow,not bad–not me, if I had my druthers:Two options: break out, or retrace the line– retrace, not copy; find origin in s… Continue reading
DEMONSTRATION 3: Portugal (Water)
This started out as a sort of tribute to Sun Ra’s Atlantis album, where it’s basically just Sun Ra on clavinet (or “Solar Sound Instrument”) and somebody playing congas. I got the idea to do something Sun Ra-ish due to some crazy, celestial effect… Continue reading
DEMONSTRATION 2: With a Whistle and a Wail…
About walking in the snow with bad gloves… Continue reading
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