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Tag Archives: blues
Win or Lose: Sicilian septet
So often, when it comes to win or lose (or what we each define as either one) the pathways offered that we tend to choose reflect the adage “ends as it’s begun”. Could be the reason why we sing the … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, blues, losing, poetic forms, septet, Sicilian verse forms, winning
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The blues spoken here
In the Marines, they quip there is no color: just light, dark and medium green. So it is with the blues, if you look closely enough; beyond the initial reaction, the worry over the metal detectors at the door, run-down … Continue reading
Natural Blues: a blues sonnet
Every fire begins with just a spark. Yes, every fire it starts with just a spark; comes out of nothing, somewhere in the dark. Every morning starts before the dawn. Each morning has its start long before dawn; it stops its sleeping, has to ramble on. Continue reading
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Tagged blues, blues sonnet, nature, poetic forms, sonnet, storms, tornados
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Lowdown Existential Blues
Just like everybody, I try to get along; but I can’t win for losing, things always turn out wrong. Need to have a membership, but I have an objection to the dues. I’ve got the feeling non-essential, clearly quintessential lowdown … Continue reading
The Dead Room
I wonder why you come to hear the blues; there is no recognition in your face of any depth beneath the music’s steady pace, nor rhythm to the rare tap of your shoes. While those around you sway and nod … Continue reading
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Tagged blues, catharsis, disappointment, live music, music, repetition
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You’ve Had the Blues
If you’ve been down and out (and you know what I’m talkin’ about) you’ve had the blues: if what you’ve lost and left behind has made trouble in your mind, and you seem to find the road under your shoes; … Continue reading
Don’t You Diagnose Me
You know, so much of what we’re sold is happy horseshit designed to soften our resistance to a lie: that you are where you are because that’s right where you belong, and your life will all get better, bye and … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, Big Brother, blues, coersion, hypocrisy, institutions, mass media
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