Posted by Esteban
I know I’ll get better — I planned it that way — but right now it hurts like hell.
The nurse said the wound had gotten infected. He cleaned it and filled it with gauze, like a dentist fills your mouth with cotton balls. If the wound were a mouth. What language would it speak?
In Dante’s wood of suicides, when the branches break, words and blood come out together:
…we made our way into a forest
where there was no sign of any path.No green leaves, no spreading branches,
No apples growing there — instead, ashen leaves;
knotted, twisted boughs; and poisoned thorns.…and then I extened my hand
and snapped a little sprig from a great branch –
and the tree cried out: “Why do you wound me?”…so from that broken branch, out came inseparably
the blood and the words together. I let the twig
fall — and I stood like a man in fear.*
And if my wound could talk?
I will hurry away, shrink into memory where the quiet suffering lies. Think of me as a ripple on a lake, vanishing after the wind dapples the shore with the rustle of lilies. I am nothing to fear.
The nurse made me tea from nettles. He said a wound is a memory. I remember when I was a kid. My friend and I were riding our bicycles over a stone bridge. His knuckles skinned against the wall, and a hole opened up in his hand; you could see the bones.
We’ve all been there. We’re thousands of years old. We still need love most of all.
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funk for the masses | 10 December 2007: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:
The Fabulous Counts: Jan Jan
The Fabulous Counts: Girl From Kenya
Brass Construction: Movin
Dyke and the Blazers: Funky Broadway (Part I)
Dyke and the Blazers: Funky Broadway (Part II)
JD and The Evil’s Dynamite Band: Haaa-Sheesh
Sir Joe Quarterman And FreeSoul: (I Got) So Much Trouble in My Mind
Shuggie Otis: Ice Cold Daydream
Commodores: Brick House
Daft Punk: Da Funk
Connie Price and The Keystones: Sucker Punch
The Whitefield Brothers: The Bastard
Lefties Soul Connection: Move What You Got
Fatback Band: Njia (NIJA) Walk
Funkadelic: Biological Speculation
Bettye LaVette: Your Turn to Cry
* Inferno XIII:
…noi ci mettemmo per un bosco
che da neun sentiero era segnato.Non fronda verde, ma di color fosco;
non rami schietti, ma nodosi e ‘nvolti;
non pomi v’eran, ma stecchi con tòsco.….allor porsi la mano un poco avante,
e colsi un ramicel da un gran pruno;
e ‘l tronco suo gridò: «Perché mi schiante?».….sì de la scheggia rotta usciva insieme
parole e sangue; ond’io lasciai la cima
cadere, e stetti come l’uom che teme.
the funck will heal us all
tonight the funck returns! Make a donation, place the afflicted parts of your body against the monitor screen during Esteban’s set, BE HEALED!
You write the BEST posts, Estaban. Awesome.
If my wounds could speak, they
would say stop hurting yourself.
O Rose, thou art sick!
The sick rose
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
……by William Blake
A poison tree
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine –
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
****William Blake****
Oh help me,
please Doctor.
I’m damaged.
There’s a pain
where there once
was a heart.
It’s sleepin’, it’s a beatin’.
Could you please tear it out?
And preserve rite there in that jar.
—Jagger/Richards—
Poems! They’re like flowers in my room. Thanks, friends!