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The playlist for Sunday 17 February 8pm to 9pm Pacific Edition of The Justice Department: Musique sans FrontieresNetroots Radio is there for ya, baby!
~~ "What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why" ~~
1 - Kate Bush -- "And So Is Love"
2 - Björk -- "The Hunter"
3 - Melody McKiver -- "Theresa"
4 - Oh Susanna -- "Pueblo"
5 - Francis Cabrel -- "Répondez-Moi"
6 - Jacques Brel -- "Le Prochain Amour"
7 - Serge Gainsbourg -- "New York, New York USA"
8 - Tenariwen -- "Afours Afours"
9 - Tamikrest -- "Aicha"
10 - Claude Chaloub -- "Don't Wake Me Up"
11 - Souad Massi -- "Houria"
12 - First Aid Kit -- "When I Grow Up"
13 - Monica Salmaso -- "Canto em Qualquer Canto"
14 - Dengue Fever -- "Sleepwalking Through The Mekong"
15 - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band -- "So Sad"
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
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
A Van Gogh
Hillsides and woods
In which the
Of nearly every
But I had become
Bound by guilt
Of the truth.
I came to believe
That in a sense
Was the same
In the park
I came to believe
That the measure
Was the amount
I could survive.
Like a crushed
By a colony of ants
But I had often
Cut my finger
From the beauty
Of a long-stemmed rose.
So I realized
In those final moments
What had actually
My life was
A series of patterns
A self created
Maze that offered
That I was
By its weight
I had no
Left to survive
With my own
I had sought
Between the legs
Only to make
Weakness of heart.
Between my fingers
(Portland, Oregon and Los Angeles, California 1978)
(from: Part 3 "And Memory Became A Fading Melody")
Rest in Peace Aaron Swartz
(Morning Fog And Surf, Muir Beach, California / copyright Justice Putnam)