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Robert Pinsky reads Ben Jonson

featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
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You can throw away your past, but the devil gently finds ways to bring it back...  Devil's Timepiece is a guitar-based alternative folk tune with southern gothic echoes. The fourth tune off the d'ville EP >soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville

Devil's Timepiece
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Traces of smoke
Lingering soft hope
Words spit like flames
under the up-town train
Together alone
through the heat summer storm

Yes it is…
faded away
No it ain't…
the way it should stay

Church bells of peace
The devil's timepiece
Once in a while
love speaks, to the right one
'Til then I pray at the station
Penn the hymn to the speeding train

Yes it is…
No place to stay.

I saw the city lights
turn dusty moon 

I saw the blue gas-light
split the summer sky

(Yes it is…)
Last place I'll stay
No it ain't…
the only doorway

Oh, gentle violence
Time will rewind it

Oh, blame the summer wind
Sound the sirens

Who will write this down?

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devil's timepiece [ft. 4catsncoffee]

featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
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One last wander past the mountain stream... 
only sunrise is a guitar-based folk rock tune with southern gothic echoes. the closing track of the d'ville EP >https://soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville
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This is the only sunrise
Edge of the amber darkness (cut the)
veins of blue mountain water…

A path to the lullaby wind
We're stumbling… 
not knowing the
The child from within

[@4catsncoffee on violin]
This is the flash of madness
Traced in the scraping branches…

A path to the lullaby wind
Sung by the…
child that sees out from within
Gravity, on and on (and on…)
Spots on the sun
Sung by the…
devil behind those closed eyes

Yes, promises chase the magic
breath, skipping the one heartbeat between
Faces and thousands of lullabies end in a single word

This is the only sunrise

2021

only sunrise [ft. 4catsncoffee]

Robin Red-breast

They were utterly,
unquestionably not red: 
the pantry of English in the 1500s
a root-cellar with apples and roses
preserved in jars for the winter,
red the only thing available to name
this most plentiful of birds, an error
carried to North America to misname
an equally orange, unrelated bird.

In a time of plague, the robins’ vigor
seemed almost excessive, that spring
when they sprinted across streets emptied
of all except masked pedestrians
in the first bloom of COVID paranoia.

In our own cellar we had bedded
down for the season in rolls
of toilet paper, boxes of yeast,
everything in place for a year
or more of isolated plenty. 
But under the forsythia
and across the wormy yard,
the robins seemed to know everyone, 
side-eyeing jays and squirrels, freed
from the sudden death of cars and Roundup.

Each one had a faceted array
of rust and gray across its chest,
fluttering ten times for each breath
I held to molder inside my mask, 
if you could even call our breathing 
by the same name when robins fill
their air-sacs first, then their lungs,
oxygen flowing even through their bones
as they fly to chest-baring vantage points,
although they only sing from the ground.

[Photo credit: bryanpfeiffer.com]

Robin Red-breast

20 minute meditation to connect with your inner wisdom and gain insight for your current life. Relax your body to feel more spacious and do some "time traveling" to visit times of freedom in your life.

Freedom And Space Meditation

Written for and recorded by Civic Orchestra under Tim Weiss in Symphony Center, Chicago, IL. Mixed and mastered by Marc Alletag.

Program Note:
Diving into the Wreck, for orchestra, chronicles the journey of Adrienne Rich’s eponymous Homeric epic. Comprised of five short movements titled after lines in the poem, this piece aims to depict the tactility, depth, and drama of Rich’s writing, ranging from the violent strength of the plunge to the unexpected discovery of washed-up debris. 

Overflowing with allusions, the text invokes themes of queer historicity and gender inequality as the narrator explores the wreck, at once surveying history and calling attention to the omitted and overlooked.

Movements:
I: I Put On
II: I Go Down(attacca to III)
III: What I Came For
IV: This is the Place
V: Our Names Do Not Appear

“We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to this scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.”
- Adrienne Rich, Diving into the Wreck

Diving into the Wreck (2023)

[featuring jh0st on guitar and guitar synth solo and Darow Han on acoustic guitar]

We were raised in a school by the C.I.A. 
Made out, had house parties while the parents were away 
We learned to play together in those basement shows 
We dreamed we'd change the world with the songs we wrote 

In the malls we blew the wages of youth (like they told us to) 
We looked as good as we felt 
We were so in tune 
Suburban scenes and forest drives 
Not all of us would arrive alive 

We took it to the max 
In the script of the bridge 
With a perfect kiss 

We took it to the max 
In spooky rooms 
Under killing moons 

We took it to the max 
Standing on a beach 
With our New Gold Dreams 
We took it to the max 

Oh boy, I heard the news today 
I'd take it to the max 
But you've gone away 
Empty and dark, the malls stand silent 
The basements all flooded 
Old dreams have rusted 

It's so hard to believe it's true 
I want to sing our songs 
but I can't remember the tunes 
Endless crying skies 
and wondering whys 
You never were much for goodbyes 

You took it to the max 
The birth of truth 
Forever sonic youth 

You took it to the max 
The hungry wolves 
and banshee screams 

You took it to the max 
Clinging to the sun 
You were the only one 
You took it to the max

Pantemonium!

To The Max [featuring jh0st and Darow Han]

Introduced by Peter Donaldson, Edited and Mixed at dBs Music'I have written a blasphemous book', said Melville when his novel was first published in 1851, 'and I feel as spotless as the lamb'. Deeply subversive, in almost every way imaginable, Moby-Dick is a virtual, alternative bible - and as such, ripe for reinterpretation in this new world of new media. Out of Dominion was born its bastard child - or perhaps its immaculate conception - the Moby-Dick Big Read: an online version of Melville's magisterial tome: each of its 135 chapters read out aloud, by a mixture of the celebrated and the unknown, to be broadcast online, one new chapter each day, in a sequence of 135 downloads, publicly and freely accessible.Starting 16 September 2012!For more info please go to: www.mobydickbigread.com

Chapter 104: The Fossil Whale - Read by Elizabeth Bradfield - http://mobydickbigread.com

Music video:
https://youtu.be/MVMYtWtD3Hs

featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
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Memories flicker between yearning, sorrow, and hope at the moment you realize your loved one has gone. Sweet blessing is an alt-folk tune with southern gothic undertones.
It is the opening track off the d'ville EP:
soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville
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Sweet blessing,
why are you playing dead, eyes in the back of your head?
I know even though your skin is cold
You're playing the fool in me.

Just last week? Just last week 
you wrapped your pretty head around this old tree
and tried your best to drown 
but when darkness came down
Whispered please save me…

Sweet blessing come back, come back down 
Way down with your hands on the...
'Cause lately I've been thinking of
starting over as we grow young.

On Sundays you go to church alone
Leave your sister's children
Wondering why their two moms are so distracted…

When you come back
you come back, and break all the mirrors again
and scream that dying's the only fair thing
that's left in this world.

Sweet blessing come back, come back down 
Way down with your hands on the...
'Cause lately I've been thinking of
starting over as we grow young.

/violin solo @4catsncoffee/

Close those books
Close those books, they smell like dust and ghosts
These old words can't convey the pain
'cause our time is forever near us.

I know a place...
Know a place where almighty sky in the rain
Towers above the earth where we once lay

So bring that broken...
Broken violin with just one string
And I’ll, I'll bring the drums
and we'll sing and dance a play the darkness away.

Sweet blessing come back, come back down 
Way down with your hands on the...
'cause lately I've been thinking of
Starting over as we grow young.

Robin Red-breast

Josh Jacobs

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