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Hopeful Songs on Dismal Days Music Musings Poetry

Cain and “Every Grain of Sand”

Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistakeLike Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break– Bob Dylan / Every Grain of Sand Cain, according to Christian mythology, is the firstborn human, the son of Adam and Eve, and older brother to Abel. According to Genesis 4:1–16, Cain treacherously […]

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Music Musings Poetry

Every Grain of Sand

Bob Dylan’s 1981 song Every Grain of Sand reads almost like a prayer. Every Grain of SandWritten by: Bob Dylan In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed There’s a dyin’ voice within me reaching out somewhere Toiling […]

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ENGin Heros Poetry Ukraine

“Wings” by Lina Kostenko

My Ukrainian ENGin buddy, and Friend of the BLOTT, has shared one of her favorite poems with us. Крилаby Lina Kostenko Kryla (Wings)by Lina Kostenko(Translated from Ukrainian by Elder G) А правда, крилатим ґрунту не треба. Землі немає, то буде небо. Немає поля, то буде воля. Немає пари, то будуть хмари. В цьому, напевно, правда […]

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Curated Absurdity Late Stage Capitalism Poetry Those Crazy Kids!

Elle Cordova: A Poet Laureate for the New Millennium?

Today we are enjoying a poem by Elle Cordova. Brands These Daysby Elle CordovaLookOur product is delicious, nutritious, highly ambitiousSuspiciously rich and richly prodigiousMicrowavable, waste reclaimableFree of cruelty, green, sustainableOver the counter, under the tableFarm to town and barn to ladleMust be true; it’s right on the labelWe’re not a commodity; we’re a stapleWe’re plant-based, […]

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Musings Poetry

Ash Wednesday II (Salutation)

Ash Wednesdayby T. S. Eliot Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-treeIn the cool of the day, having fed to sateityOn my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained In the hollow round of my skull. And God saidShall these bones live? shall theseBones live? And that which had been […]

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Hopeful Songs on Dismal Days Poetry

“I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep”

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBy Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the […]