I've never really mixed other forms of art with this blog, but I think it might be time for it. If you're in the Philly area, is a little chilly, kinda rainy, kinda cloudy, and I think this song is conducive to calm minds without putting you to sleep. It's off of Woods' most recent album, At Echo Lake. Enjoy:
Now, for the other part. I was reading some work from one of my favorite poets, Tony Hoagland, who I actually had the pleasure of workshopping with about a year and a half ago. I never read this before today, but I think it's brilliant and fits right in with "Blood Dries Darker" and all of our longing for summer days. Again, enjoy:
“Jet”
by Tony Hoagland
Sometimes I wish I were still out
on the back porch, drinking jet fuel
with the boys, getting louder and louder
as the empty cans drop out of our paws
like booster rockets falling back to Earth
and we soar up into the summer stars.
Summer. The big sky river rushes overhead,
bearing asteroids and mist, blind fish
and old space suits with skeletons inside.
On Earth, men celebrate their hairiness,
and it is good, a way of letting life
out of the box, uncapping the bottle
to let the effervescence gush
through the narrow, usually constricted neck.
And now the crickets plug in their appliances
in unison, and then the fireflies flash
dots and dashes in the grass, like punctuation
for the labyrinthine, untrue tales of sex
someone is telling in the dark, though
no one really hears. We gaze into the night
as if remembering the bright unbroken planet
we once came from,
to which we will never
be permitted to return.
We are amazed how hurt we are.
We would give anything for what we have.
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