I miss this boy’s sounds. Cool interview with him HERE from 2009.
If it was any good, gods
of the great darkness
where sleep goes and farther
death goes, you not named,
then as true offering
― Ursula K. Le Guin, Finding My Elegy: New and Selected Poems. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2012.
Off For The Roses (Asylum Records, 1972).
“The moving finger writes, and having writ, moves on…”
From The Rubaiyat of Dorothy Ashby (Cadet, 1970).