The powerless feel invisible.
A ghostly cipher jigs and shimmies, sending up flares, announcing
the Annunciation.
The powerful seek invisibility.
A malevolent cloud overhangs and shrouds, secreted in cracks, hidden
from the light.
We evaporate and expectorate and obviate.
No one sees everything.
Hope RekindledThis past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
The prolific pianist-keyboardist-musician Craig Taborn has bequeathed to the world a fascinating (and addictive) conceptual recording called “60 x Sixty.” (It’s technically a Pyroclastic Records release, but free to experience and enjoy.) Comprised of sixty compositions, each one minute in duration, the suite of sounds rotates and shuffles with each play, updating periodically with new...
