In putting ideas into poetry, I have tried in each case to use the medium most specific for the purpose. I owe allegiance to no master.
-- Claude McKay, "Author's Word," Harlem Shadows (1922)
This morning we read these powerful words, and we asked ourselves about McKay's use of the word medium. It was powerful, especially in light of our recent move, and our new home, in Our Piece of the Rock. Any trip from here to there needs a guide.
So we offered: made a small pile of flour and placed an egg in it. We asked to see one way to do less* than splain how we do. Our vision is sketched out in the bullets. It is a pitcher of a journey: beginning, middle, end, middle, beginning. It's a homegoing of sorts. It's a fabric of sorts. It's a beauty of sorts. It's, as always, a story of sorts. It's also the way we do the things we do here.
Give this pitcher a listen. Make of it what you will.
- "Ghosts: First Variation," Albert Ayler Trio†
- "I Believe I'll Dust My Broom," Robert Johnson
- "Handwoven," Old and New Dreams
- "Cross Road Blues," Robert Johnson
- "Ghosts: Second Variation," Albert Ayler Trio
* That's 'cause less is more.
† The brovah Gary Peacock deserves some very big ups for hanging w/ this caterwaul, creating groove w/out the bars. Chea.