“May she throw my ribs to the graveyard clay
and make a cake from my legs of broken air.
May her tail, coarse as an orphan’s wrist, sweep the bees
into my mouth that will never taste the river again.
How can the silence remain whole beneath the grass?
May she never know how much I loved her.”
“We use water as a way off saying things we do not mean.
We use water as a way of living free and clean.
We use water as our middle name.
We use water as a way of keeping everything the same.”
Jonatham Lethem via One Ring Zero
Spoken word poet Sarah Kay
Gene Krupa - Drum Boogie rhythm performed with match sticks: Match Boogie from Ball of Fire (1941)
“The Great Way is not difficult; just avoid picking and choosing.” Hsin Hsin Ming
Daddy Sang Bass
