Gotham: The First Domino Ship cast asea, its belly full Coal gone, no more steam Itched and brittle with scurvy Noxious fog, lost instruments Sails hoisted, yet no wind Mates and passengers alike On our knees, we cough and pray, Facing mid-Atlantic gruesome end, To end albatross, millstone ’round Our sickly necks; orange, stenched Corpse,…
Song of a Baker by Small Faces
I almost used this song for #SLS yesterday but I didn’t know if salt would be acceptable as a spice. I have to say this live version is music that strikes a chord. The Small Faces were an English rock and pop band from London, founded in 1965. The group originally consisted of singer/guitarist Steve Marriott, bassist Ronnie Lane, drummer Kenney Jones and keyboardist Jimmy Winston, with Ian…
dVerse Q353 small bruised hands
small bruised hands puppetmastermakes them jumpwith greedthey understandthe code, the costgrift-gained wealthjumping throughpublic hoopsof humiliationwooden facespainted with liesdeny deny denysoulless brokerdirty danceswith flaccid shillsbody countof dead &/or terrorizedcontinues to rise Note from the website I nabbed the image from: Paul Klee (1879-1940), aka ‘Buddha of the Bauhaus’, made eight glove puppets for his son Felix’s ninth birthday…
#SLS — Getting Spicy with, “Pepper” by The Butthole Surfers
image link I scrolled through a ton of lyrics, searching for various spices, including the word spice itself, before I happened across, “Pepper” by Butthole Surfers. I’d heard the band’s name before, and the song was familiar, but I hadn’t put the two together. The song is compelling and should have an earworm warning with…
#FFF 72 — Sugarcane documentary
One Doc and One Series Almost in tandem, I saw a documentary and a series on HULU (note: ad-free) where in the unseen world threads reach out to each other. I’ll cover the documentary today and possibly write up the FX series, “The Lowdown,” at a future time. Last year, I heard about Sugarcane and…
dVerse MTB — Shadow
ShadowYou’d not be an ideal in anyone’s fantasynor a bulls-eye to train one’s dart upon.You’re an incomplete package who shouldbe shipped back for refund; 1 Yelp star.You’re a puzzle; with fallen, irrecoverablepieces, incomplete, and donated to charity.You’re not the kind of mystery anyonewants to solve; who spreads dis-ease.You’re a shattered mirror that I stare into,a…
#FF — Idyll
Idyll Lines and curves, shadows and light plaid themselves along the water. It’s an idyll I settled into after selling my home: seven-hundred square feet; one pet allowed; in-unit washer and dryer; roomy basement storage sections; and no H.O.A. fee! I rise early, drink cuppajoe, and head out on my bicycle to CoffeeCat to sip,…
Tao-Talk 