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Two Poems In Search Of A Pardon

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I ‘d be a text factory
If only a satisfactory warm up
regimen or a subroutine might present it self, say instantly
with an insatiable hankering to handle, just the small
stuff…you know…
like plot, pace, and punctuation
and maybe people, place, motif, and dénouement-

damn, I’ll do the heavy lifting, grifting the reader with
tropes on a rope, some dope of hope, and beguile all,
all the while in a wonderful… “It’s Your Life” cinematic style that will have
Netflix show runners sprintin’


Now to run away. But not before a likeness and an audio ambush.

And FYI …the above…poem? …took about an hour and 13 minutes


That’s a new Blue M1 iMac I was gifted this summer…But I’m slow to adopt computational devices. This poem and post where composed on a Mac Mini M1.

Swipe of NPR transcript.

MOON: Another highlight – Toussaint’s idyllic “Southern Nights” reimagined as a two piano fantasy with Van Dyke Parks.


MOON: There’s history here. In the early ’70s when Van Dyke Parks was a staff producer for Reprise Records, he was dispatched to New Orleans to prod Toussaint to finish his second solo album. The artist only needed one more song, but he was in the grip of writer’s block. Parks advised him to imagine what he’d write if he was told he had two weeks to live. That did the trick. Within a few days, out came this song.

This Guy was brilliant.

Here’s that Van Dyke Parks and a song or two from one of the most infamous and debated record albums ever.

This ain’t easy listening…but if you get it…you really get it.

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