Nick Mount on Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot

Well. I've been interested in Godot and his author for many years. This is worth a listen. Then story of the presentation in jail is worth tuning in.

Blake's definition

 

Proust on Writing / via New Yorker

  As for writing, Proust observes that “the impression is for the writer what experiment is for the scientist, with the difference that in the scientist the work of the intelligence precedes the experiment and in the writer it comes after the impression.”

from the tail end of Remembrance of Things Past

Ahmad Jamal - Autumn Leaves - Palais des Congrès Paris 2017 - LIVE HD

Brilliant. 

Miles Davis- December 16, 1970 Cellar Door Club, Washington D.C. (1st set)

Thoughtful. Keith Jarrett is amazing ... Worth the price of a ticket .

 

Kenny Garrett live | Jazzline | 2021

Ive been working on a manuscript so now it's time to enjoy!

Poetry Quote by Sigmund Freud

"Poets are masters of us ordinary men, in knowledge of the mind, because they drink at streams which we have not yet made accessible to science."

Dave Brubeck Quartet - "Blue Rondo à la Turk," live

RED POPPIES - a 2004 renga - Poets named tomorrow

red poppies lean into steam off the wet path in the fernery fingers press sweating glass fierce heat fades evening twilight glows a pink line a fly stumbles at a water glob folding clothes she drinks dark coffee moon observes the grasses seeding green fruit swells above midnight light on watered garden goat dung smells four pink peonies a gift sheets need washing remembering love - a red petal her tattoo forked over the compost steams a worm the uneaten meat a grey hair the peopled world spins cars stall in traffic moon bright as frost field of white goat skulls intruder light postcards from annapurna clouds of breath hover before dawn we dread the heat promised to us a darkening sky rain splatters fresh hay green light on the cherry blossom a morning squabble a fat bud cracks open rising rivers roar ‘present for you, Gran!’ red eucalypt from council tree butchers colour wrinkles through clean wood beneath the peeling bark compose lists to gather sparrows seeds on lawn so much to organise too much to say starfish legs synchronised swimming summer ladies' lunch salt water in the harbour obeys the distant moon fishermen stand off shore to sniff wet weather the station wagon starts slowly its old dry cough ancestral tyres bald from travel home, a bed fluttering wings of a blind white moth faint crescent between the hospital and heavy clouds in Carlton leaves blow a red and gold dawn hope? dust. accumulating soil green augmentation girl running fingers through hair a tongue over teeth, lipstick shaking with fatigue she searches for her glasses she can't see them empties out her bag feeling a fathomless sea rising a breeze spills into the valley jacaranda carpet equinoctial petals fall onto the bloomin' pages

Davy discusses the material conditions of writing a poem

A Wake for Samuel Beckett: Classic Performances

At Dome Cafe by Andrew Burke

https://www.authora.net/thecity/at-dome-caf%C3%A9/andrew-burke

Yusef Lateef Quartet - In the Evening

Ahh, beautiful.

Emmet Cohen w/ Veronica Swift | I Want To Get Happy

Abbey Lincoln: Throw It Away

Book launch for LUCY DOUGAN

Lucy Dougan at Crow Books Lisa Collyer Poet Yesterday at 11:59 · Poets, family, and friends gathered last night for a warm and genuinely heartfelt launch and speech by Josephine Wilson for Lucy Dougan's latest masterpiece, Monster Field published by Giramondo Publishing and available at Crow Books and all good bookstores.

from DICTIONARY.COM THE oLDEST wORDS IN ENGLISH

worm Let’s end with one to smile at. Worm comes from the Old English wyrm, which is related to the Latin word vermis (“worm”), as found in such words as vermiculture and … vermicilli! (Think about it.) Language proves we’ve had a way to talk about these rather innocuous, low-profile creatures for a long, long time. But, while worm could refer to the long-bodied wrigglers, it also could mean “dragon”

Cream Farewell Concert 1968 (Complete in Real Time)

Galway Kinnell says ...

"It’s the poet's job to figure out what's happening within oneself, to figure out the connection between the self and the world, and to get it down in words that have a certain shape, that have a chance of lasting." - Galway Kinnell

Bennie Moten's Kansas City Orch. BAND BOX SHUFFLE 1929