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The playlist for Monday 31 December 9pm to Midnight Pacific Edition of The Justice Department: Musique sans Frontieres
~~ "So Little Cause For Carolings" ~~
1 - The Sugarcubes -- "Cold Sweat"
2 - Siouxsie & The Banshees -- "Kiss Them For Me"
3 - Dirty on Purpose -- "Monument"
4 - Dai Kai Ju -- "Farewell to Monster Island"
5 - Mount Madonna Choir -- "Pueri Habraeocrum"
6 - Vangelis -- "Sirens Whispering"
Station Break
7 - Serge Gainsbourg & Brigitte Bardot -- "Bonnie & Clyde"
8 - John Coltrane -- "Dear Lord"
9 - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band -- "I'm Glad"
10 - Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks -- "I Scare Myself"
11 - Half Head Special -- "I"
12 - Chris Whitley -- "Spanish Harlem Incident"
13 - John Prine & Dolores Keane -- "In a Town This Size"
14 - Ralph Stanley & Keith Whitley -- "Another Song, Another Drink"
Station Break
15 - The Cinematic Orchestra -- "Burn Out"
16 - Dzihan & Kamian -- "Stiff Jazz"
17 - Mari Boine -- "Vuoi Vuoi Mu"
18 - Vinicius Cantuaria & Bill Frisell -- "Aquela Mueller"
19 - Tin Hat Trio -- "Fear of the South"
Station Break
20 - God is an Astronaut -- "Fall From The Stars"
21 - Zero 7 -- "Polaris"
22 - French Rockets -- "1 x 1"
23 - Karsh Kale - "Absence"
24 - Medeski, Martin & Wood -- "Uninvisible"
25 - Thievery Corporation -- "33 Degree"
Station Break
26 - Calexico -- "When Only The Ashes Are Left"
27 - Souad Massi -- "Houria"
28 - Susheela Raman -- "Nagumono"
29 - Euphoria -- "Delirium"
30 - Beck -- "Loser"
31 - Rodrigo y Gabriela -- "Orion"
Station Break
32 - William Orbit -- "Montok Point"
33 - Beth Orton -- "She Cries Your Name"
34 - Josh Roseman Unit -- "Long Day, Short Night"
35 - Gaelica -- "Cancao do Miramar"
36 - Orgone -- "Cali Fever"
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(12-String Ovation Balladeer Astoria, Oregon / copyright Justice Putnam)
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I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
-- Thomas Hardy
"The Darkling Thrush"
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(Cut Stones and Arch St Ceneri, 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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(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?)
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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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(Rail Road Crossing, Sonoma 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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The Nature of Poetics Collapsed Outside My Window
On the third floor
Of an old stone hotel
I gaze out my window
To the night rain
Wet streets of
Mexico City.
I look down on rooftops
Built by Spaniards
And across stratum
Of TV antennae
Electric lights
And the huge domes of
Ancient cathedrals.
History is backed up
Against itself here
Like layers of
Soil and mud
One can see the edge of
Aztec excavations
Between the sleek
Exact lines
Of modern towers.
Echoing up from the street
Is the wet hiss
Of rolling tires
On wet black-top
And the more distant
Sounds of
Engines
Dogs
And voices
All fusing somehow
Into that single
Universal
Hum-drone
The chant of cities.
The Poet must be
Alone here
He must be free
And live as
The wind itself
Not bound by
The culture of society
Not restrained by taboo.
At ease to wander
In the mysterious visions
Of touching everything
Of trusting everything
Of believing everything.
The Poet must be free
To live the law
Of iguana-lazy sleep
On the hot sand
The Poet must be free
For the frenzy
Of butterfly wings
Across the cool smooth
Strange sculptured
Texture of tropical waters.
The Poet must be free
To move
To see
Free to
Merely be.
(Mexico City 1986)
© 1988 and 2004 by Justice Putnam
and Mechanisches Strophe-Verlagswesen
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