Today I will be discussing my recent musical love affair with the genius of Eric Dolphy and the systematic racism that jazz musicians faced in the 50’s and 60’s. As a primer please listen to the epic and emotionally moving song Alabama recorded by John Coltrane in 1963 on the album, Live At Birdland. ThisContinue reading “Jazz Lives Matter: Cara’s Music Corner”
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The Soulkeeper
Her smile was nothing if not doomsday
Curling around a crackling cigarette
The same way kids hold onto jars
Full of fire ants versus army ants
The Ocean
Twenty thousand leagues rage
Barely under your stare
I have drowned your fucking sailors
And have plundered their wares
Gone are your mariner rhymes
And famous literary nets
I harbor pools of sorrow
And vast seas of regret
Doting Vectors
We can try to breathe
Like before we met
And hope to hell
That our lungs
Remember how
To move again
Dot
Lately I’ve discovered
My true power
Signaling the end
Of eras, books, chapters,
Sentences, letters
And periods
Like the one
At the end
Of this line.
Cara’s Music Corner (Part II)
My boyfriend said listening to Bell Witch is like going to the bathroom. You probably don’t want to spend too much time in there. It’s best just to get in, enjoy the release and then get the hell out. I think he mostly referred to the low sounding vocals and growls. But on an existential level, the same could be said for mourning and grief. I only hope the next time I have to visit that paradoxical space it will be just as tortured, beautiful and epiphanic as listening to a Bell Witch song.
On the Scarcity of Smiles
The smile within….
Undefined
Watching the sun set every dusk
in my office between six inches
of drywall, stucco and glass
Rays wander through like roots
effortlessly pressing my soul
against the clear window
Life is breath to breath
and in this very moment
I only want to warm myself
with the last gasp of today
Octogram
I drew this one relatively quickly. It just came together. I have been meaning to add to it but sometimes it is best to just leave things alone.
Leave No Trace
Be everything you have ever wanted
And whosoever’s name was not found
in the book of life,
was probably too busy
living one, to ever bother
to write it down.
The Fox In Me
I love wearing things not built to be dirty and covered in grease
Things like perfume, makeup, bells, jewelry, ribbons, and tiaras
Adorned and crowned with the ability to melt hearts
Like my first true love and my mother’s plaintive voice
A Eulogy for Neil Peart: We Have Assumed Control
I feel like Cygnus has died. I feel like the balance is no longer there. Rock is truly dead. The priests of the Temple of Syrinx wrested away a huge part of my past. There won’t be another time when distortion and the electric guitar is first discovered, Just like the way of the saxophone, and the dodo and thus the time of the electric guitar has now passed…
The Tigress Awakens 