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The playlist for Sunday 7 April 8pm to 9pm Pacific Edition of The Justice Department: Musique sans FrontieresNetroots Radio is there for ya, baby!
~~ "Camille Claudel Crying" ~~
1 - Alberta Hunter -- "You Can't Tell The Difference After Dark"
2 - Big Mama Thornton -- "Wade In The Water"
3 - Nina Simone -- "See line Women" - (DJ Joseph Remix)
4- Sidestepper -- "Tu Me Gustas, No Me Disgustas"
5 - L7 -- "Andres"
6 - Kate Bush -- "Lily"
7 - Bjork -- "The Hunter"
8 - Siouxsie and The Banshees -- "Cities In Dust"
9 - Cat Power -- "The Moon"
10 - Ghostland Observatory -- "Silver City"
11 - Veruca Salt -- "Seether"
12 - The Breeders -- "Night of Joy"
13 - Agricantus -- "Jamila"
14 - Mari Boine -- "I Come From The Other Side"
15 - Manuel Galban -- "Drume Negrita"
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Every bus ride is theater, giddy schoolgirls trying on
the tawdry masks of women, flirting with my nephew,
red and green lights, shop windows piled high, gold
glistered skeletal mannequins in slips of iridescent silk.
At night in the wind blowing over the Pont Marie I hear
Camille Claudel crying from the walls of her studio,
and two days before Christmas Elliot and I stand
miraculously alone before La Gioconde, follow her eyes,
cracked surface of her skin like softest sand before the deep
water of her mouth, and later standing in the cold
our Buddhist gardienne Nadine tells me in rapid-fire French
that in all things she tries to remain neutral, neutre, neutre,
neutre, the only word finally I understand in the barrage
tumbling out of her mouth like a waterfall, but I can’t be
neutral, passion welling up in my heart for the exhausted maids,
dapper men in berets, the madwoman on the PC bus,
screaming, Salope, salope, as she descends at the Pont d’Ivry
and everyone on the bus looking at each other, Whore?
Who’s the whore here? or the chic older woman, leather pants
baggy on her skinny shanks, reading a battered paperback
Rimbaud as we take the bus to see Pasolini’s Canterbury Tales,
the master himself as Chaucer, spinning his ribald stories
of human folly, each one a mirror, and when I see myself
in bus windows or store glass, the shock never wears off,
for I recognize myself and see a stranger at the same time,
because the minutes are racing by at the speed of light,
and I am saying goodbye to Paris, to everyone, myself
most of all, watching her disappear down the rue Jeanne d’Arc,
and what can she possibly be thinking as she walks
to the movies in the middle of this afternoon of her life?
Voices and Soul appears on Black Kos Tuesday's Chile; poetry chosen and critiqued by Black Kos Poetry Editor Justice Putnam.
Question: Who is your audience? What are you here for?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Answer: Tribal Alliances, Heart-felt Convictions, Passionate Reason, Random Abandon, Sustainable Civility and a kiss; to comfort the sad and the mad Ones; the Ones roaming the International section of the American Supermarket at night; or roaming the neglected streets looking for an angry malaprop to sink their teeth into; the Ones who seek without seeking and learn as much as they teach; the Ones who embrace and kiss and embrace again; the Ones who sing the song of the city and the ballads of the forest; the Ones who chant the rhythm of the sea and hum the melody of the desert; the Ones who sing the prayer of Her name and Her name is the World. Yes, those are the Ones. -- JP
(Can you help folks in need heat their homes and cook their food on the Rosebud and Pine Ridge Reservations. Navajo has an important diary posted with all the particulars. Even a small amount can work towards building the minimum.
Could you please help?)
So that explains it... !
... Or does it?
(Rail Road Crossing, Sonoma California / copyright Justice Putnam)
"Many heroes lived before Agamemnon, but they are all unmourned, and consigned to oblivion, because they had no bard to sing their praises."
"Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-- Charles Kingsley
Rest in Peace Aaron Swartz
(Morning Fog And Surf, Muir Beach, California / copyright Justice Putnam)