Tag: poems
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Pie in the Sky
I am the sort of person that prefers time divided up into centuries. All the same, sometimes 1911 seems long ago and a whole world away. Last night, I was lucky enough to encounter Joe Hill before the blues. The Preacher and the Slave Long-haired preachers come out every night, Try to tell you what’s…
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An experiment, begun with Larkin.
Blues Shouter. There ain’t no music East side of this city That’s mellow like mine is, That’s mellow like mine. Wooden guitar, light cavern Where the strings pound: Hideout, haven, Romping walk of sound. Innocent beat No one can imprison, No one can rob or cheat, Bully or argue down. Honour the shaking Chamber under…