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Tag Archives: Berklee
A Tale of Two Singers
Last night I had the opportunity to take in a performance by a young singer-songwriter-guitarist named Adam Dale. I understand he’s originally from the Shreveport area but now based out of Baton Rouge. He plays a mix of original material … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Statements
Tagged Aaron Flinn, Adam Dale, Berklee, guitar, music, musicianship, reviews, singers
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Outside the Morphology of Poetics
For about two years, I have immersed myself in the classic forms of Poetry, forcing myself when I write to use common stanza forms with their dictates of rhyme and meter. I felt this was a necessary exercise to “formalize” … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations
Tagged Allen Ginsberg, Berklee, education, morphology, mysticism, poetics
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In Boston
In Boston, where I cut my teeth on the raw meat of delusion, and watched myself in disbelief live penniless out on the street, my college days found conclusion. There on the green line, Brookline bound, I took a job … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged Berklee, Boston, change, college, daily poems, friendship, maturity, responsibility
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Kind of Blown (Miles Davis is Past Tense Now)
Esse Quam Videri : The siren’s song bleeds forth through tenement crags: the plaintive wail of mad dog penguined Perseus, hunting down in ancient rites street Circe and her rabid whores. Along this path, this street of more than visions … Continue reading
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Tagged Berklee, Howl, J Alfred Prufrock, jazz, Miles Davis, The Wasteland, TS Eliot
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