Funny, just looking at the pic just now, I thought: it *might* be Cherry Garcia, but there's too much ice cream and not enough chocolate or cherries. . . .
I was fast asleep that morning on the day the buildings fell, And the platform where I'd sing that afternoon was gone as well, And I cried for all of those on whom my livelyhood depends, When I saw the downtown covered in the ashes of my friends.
So I gathered up my old guitar for a gentle Christmas show, I could hardly bear the sadness, but I knew I had to go, 'Cause I heard that red line crying, sadly comin' round the bends, Kickin' up amid the subway dust, the ashes of my friends.
I want to thank you for indulging this old subway serenade, 'Cause it's never been about how much or little I was paid, I just stopped by to tell your hearts that true Love never ends, And to sing this lonesome love song to the ashes of my friends.
I was fast asleep that morning on the day those towers fell, And the platform where I'd sing that afternoon was gone as well, And I cried for all of those on whom my livelyhood depends, When I saw that downtown covered in the ashes of my friends.
They're reading the unthinkable catalog of the names, so many they blur, become a single music pronounced with difficulty over the microphone, become a pronoun, become You. ~ Mark Doty
I stood on the steps of the US Capitol one day in April, years ago, and read the names of everyone in a tiny Polish village, all of who perished in the Holocaust. That day is truly a beacon day in my life. This stuff matters.
Thank-you for doing that, puddle. It really does matter.
I didn't expect to be so moved by the reading of the names today. I hadn't thought much about the memorial, so hadn't anticipated my reaction to it. It seems to me quite beautiful and holy and appropriate in every way. I am even moved by how they placed the names. http://www.pbs.org/newshour/rundown/2011/09/the-mathematical-complexity-of-2982-names.html
Yeah, Cat, that one really tugs at my heart. It's from Mark's poem "The Wings" in his book My Alexandria, and it's actually about the reading of the names on the AIDS Quilt, and about the death of his beloved partner, Wally. Almost as soon as I turned on the TV and saw the reading of the names today the line "They're reading the unthinkable catalog of the names" popped into my heart. And my oh my it fits exactly for today.
And having just refereshed, after doing that 3-4 minutes ago, there are suddenly about 3 or 4 fewer messages. Among the missing are puddle's message about the new Ally update and Cat's complaint that Echo doesn't love her. I'm beginning to think it doesn't love any of us.
Oddly, it appeared we had 20 messages now instead of 13, but when I got in here I see just the 13. Maybe they'll get put back some time. I posted a Firstie on the new thread and it got eaten twice, along with my second post. There is an Ally update, which I suspect puddle has posted about and that got eaten too. Blah!
Today Howard Dean shares First with all those who lost their lives, their bereaved loved ones,
ReplyDeleteand every one who tried to save their lives.
Funny, just looking at the pic just now, I thought: it *might* be Cherry Garcia, but there's too much ice cream and not enough chocolate or cherries. . . .
ReplyDeleteGuess they won't be serving it at the Greenbriar any more. . . .
ReplyDeleteLooks like it's stealing comments again.
ReplyDeleteRed Line Blues
ReplyDeleteI was fast asleep that morning on the day the buildings fell,
And the platform where I'd sing that afternoon was gone as well,
And I cried for all of those on whom my livelyhood depends,
When I saw the downtown covered in the ashes of my friends.
So I gathered up my old guitar for a gentle Christmas show,
I could hardly bear the sadness, but I knew I had to go,
'Cause I heard that red line crying, sadly comin' round the bends,
Kickin' up amid the subway dust, the ashes of my friends.
I want to thank you for indulging this old subway serenade,
'Cause it's never been about how much or little I was paid,
I just stopped by to tell your hearts that true Love never ends,
And to sing this lonesome love song to the ashes of my friends.
I was fast asleep that morning on the day those towers fell,
And the platform where I'd sing that afternoon was gone as well,
And I cried for all of those on whom my livelyhood depends,
When I saw that downtown covered in the ashes of my friends.
~~ Subway Serenade
They're reading
ReplyDeletethe unthinkable catalog of the names,
so many they blur, become
a single music pronounced with difficulty
over the microphone, become a pronoun,
become You.
~ Mark Doty
Deep, real, compelling...
ReplyDeleteHey! Echo ate my firsty from yesterday, wishing listener happy birthday! The nerve!
ReplyDeleteRenee, so glad to hear that the book buying outing was a success. *hug*
Thanks for posting that, Puddle.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thanks, listener.
ReplyDeleteThey're "reading" the names on Twitter. I can't tell you how moving it is.
ReplyDeleteI stood on the steps of the US Capitol one day in April, years ago, and read the names of everyone in a tiny Polish village, all of who perished in the Holocaust. That day is truly a beacon day in my life. This stuff matters.
ReplyDeleteThank-you for doing that, puddle. It really does matter.
ReplyDeleteI didn't expect to be so moved by the reading of the names today.
I hadn't thought much about the memorial, so hadn't anticipated my reaction to it.
It seems to me quite beautiful and holy and appropriate in every way.
I am even moved by how they placed the names.
http://www.pbs.org/newshour/rundown/2011/09/the-mathematical-complexity-of-2982-names.html
Yeah, Cat, that one really tugs at my heart. It's from Mark's poem "The Wings" in his book My Alexandria, and it's actually about the reading of the names on the AIDS Quilt, and about the death of his beloved partner, Wally. Almost as soon as I turned on the TV and saw the reading of the names today the line "They're reading the unthinkable catalog of the names" popped into my heart. And my oh my it fits exactly for today.
ReplyDeleteIt matters. There is great power in names.
ReplyDeleteTrying this again.
ReplyDeleteIt matters. names have great power.
When I left this thread awhile ago we had 16 comments. When I came back just now we had 13 comments. Blah.
ReplyDeleteEcho doesn't love me. :'(
ReplyDeleteAnd having just refereshed, after doing that 3-4 minutes ago, there are suddenly about 3 or 4 fewer messages. Among the missing are puddle's message about the new Ally update and Cat's complaint that Echo doesn't love her. I'm beginning to think it doesn't love any of us.
ReplyDeleteRun by Republicans, do you think?
It still counts, Cat! Thanks!! ♥
ReplyDeleteOddly, it appeared we had 20 messages now instead of 13, but when I got in here I see just the 13. Maybe they'll get put back some time. I posted a Firstie on the new thread and it got eaten twice, along with my second post. There is an Ally update, which I suspect puddle has posted about and that got eaten too. Blah!
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