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"West Coast Cookbook & Speakeasy” Podcast Archive
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Show Music for West Coast Cookbook & Speakeasy is by Frances Livings!
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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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“Do you smell that?” she asked, as we drove through Reims, past the headquarters of the National Front, on our way to La Tranche sur Mer.
“I don’t know,” I said flatly, “what is it?”
“It smells like… ” she sniffed in a haughty, Parisian disdain, “it smells like, fascism.”
I knew then I was in love with her. I knew it truly.
– Justice Putnam
“My Little French Honeymoon”
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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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from Africa to a Caribbean hill
to the smiling ruin of our cities
anoint the neural vessels we refill
until your acid muse drowns our pities
return us to our tribe that grew dark beans
cut through the grease of our late-night omelets
and warm this empty diner by the club
where luckless lovers stare at tiny screens
and poets brew old socks into psalmlets
while dreaming it rains coffee from above.
Urayoán Noel
“Ode to Coffee”
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Rest in Peace Aaron Swartz
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