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Day 643 – Janet the Organist (WKennedy)
To live without his music would be impossible to do, says our poet Walter Paul Kennedy today, Day 643 of the daily poems. But see – Janet the Organist is coming to his rescue! Janet the Organist Janet the OrganistCame to townLooking for some funOn the Underground She had her mini keyboard She had her leather clipThe… Continue reading
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Day 642 – Here come the Keçak women (Monach)
Today is Day 642 of the daily poems, in September 2024; some five decades ago our poet Jane Monach was in Bali, where she saw a troupe of women performing the Keçak dance (the monkey dance) which is usually performed by men making the musical monkey noises; only recently have women been included. This led to… Continue reading
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Day 641 – Seigneur (Job)
On Day 641 of the daily poems our poet Pam Job beams in from France with an evocation of Messiaen’s ‘La Transfiguration’. Messiaen’s soul clambers from his music. Jesus is radiant in glory. SeigneurOlivier Messiaen, La Transfiguration de Notre Seigneur, Jesus Christ I am listening to Messiaen’s soul clambering from his music, note by note, to hazard sheer… Continue reading
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Day 640 – The Long Song (Whitney)
Our poet Kaaren Whitney sings a long song of grass and wind of heat and cool water on this Day 640 of the daily poems … The Long Song As I wander the tree circlepoised between hawthorn and oakstill wearing the same blue dressof batik moons and silver stars,I remember the Maypole plaiting,weaving green over… Continue reading
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Day 639 – Guitar (Primhak)
Day 639 of the daily poems, early September but not quite Autumn yet … rather like our poet Rob Primhak’s ‘Guitar’, I am old and battered now, and sometimes feel things rattle. Still, mustn’t grumble. Press on, chaps … Guitar He plucked me earlier today,out of the blue. I sat in my standslightly askew as… Continue reading