Archive for October, 2007
My Rhythm Is Good
By csocci - Last updated: Thursday, October 18, 2007
On the worst of days I will find a moment and live there—in a precious place unto itself neither present nor past. I had a moment today on the fourth beat of the 28th bar of Tito Puente’s’ Oye Como Va. So far I’m going on many words to express the singular special-ness of this [...]
Bitter Pills To Swallow
By csocci - Last updated: Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tiny bitter pills Another one to swallow Another day gone Mama didnt say But there are bones in this fish Chew it carefully The air is foul here Yet one must breath to survive Plug your nose and laugh Once my wine was pure Now its filled with sediment I filter the grit No more golden [...]