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The playlist for Monday 16 February 15 9pm to Midnight Pacific Edition of The Justice Department: Musique sans Frontières
~~ "A Silent Note Going Out Forever" ~~
1 - RL Burnside -- "Wish I Was in Heaven Sitting Down"
2 - Chris Thomas King -- "Why Blues"
3 - Deborah Coleman -- "The River Wild"
4 - Justin Adams and Juldeh Camara -- "Tonio Yima"
5 - Amos Lee -- "All My Friends"
6 - Boubacar Traoré -- "Sa Golo"
7 - Otis Taylor -- "Ten Million Slaves"
Station Break
8 - Martin Tranka and David Sylvian -- "Midnight Sun"
9 - David Gilmour -- "Then I Close My Eyes"
10 - Mari Boine -- "I Come From The Other Side"
11 - Sweet 75 -- "Cantos De Pilon"
12 - Okay Temiz -- "Dokuz Seki"
13 - Majid Bekkas -- "Bala Moussa"
14 - Geoffrey Oryema -- "Lubanga"
Station Break
15 - Susana Baca -- "Panalivio"
16 - Virginia Rodriguez -- "Lua Lua Lua Lua"
17 - Zap Mama -- "Rafiki"
18 - Les Nubians -- "Liberte"
19 - Richard Bona -- "Ekwa Mwato"
20 - Milladoiro -- "Alala das Marianas"
Station Break
21 - Olga Roman -- "Esta Boca Es Mia"
22 - Camaron De La Isla -- "La Calle De Los Lunares"
23 - Antonio Infantino and Tarantolati di Tricarico -- "Titinch Titanch"
24 - Gypsy Devils Orchestra -- "Ave Maria"
25 - Enteli -- "Polska"
26 - Marisa Monte -- "Tres Letrinhas"
27 - Tom Ze -- "Augusta, Angelica e Consulacao"
Station Break
28 - Abdullah Ibrahim -- "Mountain in the Night"
29 - Gigi D'Agostino -- "Gin Lemon"
30 - Varttina and Hector Zazou -- "Annukka Suaren Neito"
31 - Dead Can Dance -- "The Host of Seraphim"
32 - This Mortal Coil -- "Strength of Strings"
33 - Igor Stravinsky -- "Elegy for Solo Viola"
Station Break
34 - Shpongle -- "The Dorset Perception"
35 - Soledad Bravo -- "La Guerrillera"
36 - Cyro Baptista and the Banquet of the Spirits -- "Noia"
37 - Loop Guru -- "Karma Marga"
38 - Miles Davis -- "In a Silent Way (DJ Cam Remix)"
39 - Quantic -- "The 5th Exotic"
Who luvs ya, baby?
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(12-String Ovation Balladeer Astoria, Oregon / copyright Justice Putnam)
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Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song
in my own breath. I'm alone here
in Brooklyn Heights, late morning, the sky
above the St. George Hotel clear, clear
for New York, that is. The radio playing
"Bird Flight," Parker in his California
tragic voice fifty years ago, his faltering
"Lover Man" just before he crashed into chaos.
I would guess that outside the recording studio
in Burbank the sun was high above the jacarandas,
it was late March, the worst of yesterday's rain
had come and gone, the sky washed blue. Bird
could have seen for miles if he'd looked, but what
he saw was so foreign he clenched his eyes,
shook his head, and barked like a dog—just once—
and then Howard McGhee took his arm and assured him
he'd be OK. I know this because Howard told me
years later that he thought Bird could
lie down in the hotel room they shared, sleep
for an hour or more, and waken as himself.
The perfect sunlight angles into my little room
above Willow Street. I listen to my breath
come and go and try to catch its curious taste,
part milk, part iron, part blood, as it passes
from me into the world. This is not me,
this is automatic, this entering and exiting,
my body's essential occupation without which
I am a thing. The whole process has a name,
a word I don't know, an elegant word not
in English or Yiddish or Spanish, a word
that means nothing to me. Howard truly believed
what he said that day when he steered
Parker into a cab and drove the silent miles
beside him while the bright world
unfurled around them: filling stations, stands
of fruits and vegetables, a kiosk selling trinkets
from Mexico and the Philippines. It was all
so actual and Western, it was a new creation
coming into being, like the music of Charlie Parker
someone later called "glad," though that day
I would have said silent, "the silent music
of Charlie Parker." Howard said nothing.
He paid the driver and helped Bird up two flights
to their room, got his boots off, and went out
to let him sleep as the afternoon entered
the history of darkness. I'm not judging
Howard, he did better than I could have
now or then. Then I was 19, working
on the loading docks at Railway Express,
coming day by day into the damaged body
of a man while I sang into the filthy air
the Yiddish drinking songs my Zadie taught me
before his breath failed. Now Howard is gone,
eleven long years gone, the sweet voice silenced.
"The subtle bridge between Eldridge and Navarro,"
they later wrote, all that rising passion
a footnote to others. I remember in '85
walking the halls of Cass Tech, the high school
where he taught after his performing days,
when suddenly he took my left hand in his
two hands to tell me it all worked out
for the best. Maybe he'd gotten religion,
maybe he knew how little time was left,
maybe that day he was just worn down
by my questions about Parker. To him Bird
was truly Charlie Parker, a man, a silent note
going out forever on the breath of genius
which now I hear soaring above my own breath
as this bright morning fades into afternoon.
Music, I'll call it music. It's what we need
as the sun staggers behind the low gray clouds
blowing relentlessly in from that nameless ocean,
the calm and endless one I've still to cross.
-- Philip Levine
"Call It Music"
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(Field of Tournesol Normandy, France / copyright Justice Putnam
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Voices and Soul appears on Black Kos Tuesday's Chile; poetry chosen and critiqued by Black Kos Poetry Editor, Justice Putnam.
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(Cut Stones and Arch St Ceneri, France / copyright Justice Putnam)
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(Chateau de Valicourt Montmorancy, France / copyright Justice Putnam)
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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
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(Man, Girl and Broken Window Klamath Falls, Oregon / copyright Justice Putnam)
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So that explains it... !
Sunlight and Water Pitcher Muir Beach / copyright Justice Putnam
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... Or does it?
(Holy Bible and 3 in 1 Oil Berkeley, California / copyright Justice Putnam)
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I took another small sip of water as the next questioner rose, this time by the stacks of French novels. She was cute; red hair, tall, maybe 5'9" or 5'10", well proportioned. Had to be another doctoral student in Comparative Literature at Cal; so even at 24 or 25, was too young for my wandering eye.
"You stated," she stated determinedly, "and I quote; 'Comedy, Poetry and Fiction are only effective and only become Art if there is a Truth behind the humor, the verse and the lie.'"
"Yes," I uttered to fill the small silence.
"In your writing; in your humor, verse and lies, are you telling a Truth about yourself?" she asked, "or are you telling a Truth about the Culture and Society as a whole?"
"Yes," I answered.
--Justice Putnam
"Conversations With The Audience"
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(Chair, Floor and Electric Cord Berkeley, California / copyright Justice Putnam)
"The most unostentatious, the most inexpensive, the most ridiculous chair, if a chair can be ridiculous, which could be devised. Brassai chose precisely this insignificant chair and, snapping it where he found it, unearthed what there was in it of dignity and veracity. THIS IS A CHAIR."
-- Henry Miller
"The Eye of Paris"
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(Rail Road Crossing Sonoma, California / copyright Justice Putnam)
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(Farm Road Olema, California / copyright Justice Putnam)
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"Many heroes lived before Agamemnon, but they are all unmourned, and consigned to oblivion, because they had no bard to sing their praises."
-- Horace
"Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand."
-- Charles Kingsley
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(Lamp and Post Berkeley, California / copyright Justice Putnam)
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(House Ruins of Poet St Pol Roux Brittany, France / copyright Justice Putnam)
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Simonides of Ios
by
Justice Putnam
On the fields of Marathon
Lay the withering
Brave
Farmers and boys
In a flowering
Grave
(Markris Yialos—Crete, Greece)
from: "The Nature of Poetics Collapsed Outside My Window"
© 2006 by Justice Putnam
and Mechanisches-Strophe Verlagswesen
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Rest in Peace Aaron Schwartz
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(Morning Fog And Surf, Muir Beach, California / copyright Justice Putnam)
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