In about 1974 I purchased a few $1.99 cut-out albums of progressive rock. They were “Pawn Hearts” by Van Der Graff Generator (Peter Hammill’s group) and “Fools Mate” by Peter Hammill. Continue reading →
A little over fifteen years ago I composed “A Poem of Apocalyptic Emancipation” which I decided to post on this blog a few weeks ago. It was the narration of a struggle I had been having for some time as I wrestled with the clash of two worldviews that seemed to be colliding in my conscience. The struggle is epitomized in the title/subtitle of the poem:
“…And the things of earth will grow strangely dim.”
A self-portrait of Christopher McCandless in his camp on the Stampede Trail was found undeveloped in his camera after his death.
Today was a beautiful mild and sunny late winter day. In the morning I attended a memorial service for someone my age that died from cancer, and in the afternoon was able to go with my family to the “Great Sacandaga Reservoir” in Upstate NY. Walking in the warm sun along the shore, under clear blue sky and on soft white snow, with our two dogs; the snowmobiles enticing one of them like distant buzzing bugs (that was what we thought she was thinking.)
“Penny” watching the buzzing snowmobiles!
In a few minutes we stumbled upon some deer fur; moments later finding a small area strewn with skull attached to spine and some gnawed ribs, a bent leg and hoof, the lower jawbone and more patches of hide. What was the life and death scene that left this grim memorial? Our only conclusion was that some coyotes felt themselves fortunate and that the “circle of life” is evident.
“A day in the life.” What are we to think of nature? Of our place in it? Continue reading →
This is part 5 in my series of considering the theme of the album Noble Beast by Andrew Bird. I have already considered the songs Oh No, Nomenclature, and Fitz and the Dizzyspells. These three songs all dealt in one way or another with the theme of liberation Continue reading →