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bob-mustin's picture
May.29.2010
 Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me, by Richard Fariña   Buddhist theory, I’ve heard, proclaims that the human nervous system’s prime function is to find (create, perhaps) order within chaos. Fariña’s book, as a prototype for what is popularly known as postmodern literature, seems to toy...
SharonWalling's picture
Apr.08.2010
  It begins with a trembling in your heart. Vibrations travel. Intense sparks like lights Photographed at high speed- Elongated strings of color. Move through your arms and down your fingers Exploding on strings, or keys; skins or brass. Mind, soul, and body Move to a place where time...
joan-cartwright's picture
Jan.07.2010
A song entitled "Moving Song" was the first thing I wrote. It's one of the 41 songs in the JOAN CARTWRIGHT SONG BOOK. I am the first woman in the world to publish a Jazz and Blues song book. These songs are a part of my first book IN PURSUIT OF A MELODY, a compilation of memoirs of my  ...
joan-cartwright's picture
Oct.14.2009
After considerable time and work, I've managed to convert six of my books from soft to hardcover all available at http://stores.lulu.com/divajc   The reason for this is that I'm offering these books to schools and libraries and they prefer hardcover books for long-lasting reasons. So, here's a page...
joan-cartwright's picture
Oct.08.2009
The question I have is what techniques do you use for REINVENTING YOUR ARTISTRY? I have been challenged in each new decade with reinventing myself. In my twenties, when I began performing for a fee, I utilized my youth and vitality and fulfilled my need to absorb the purpose of musical studies –...
marilyn-kallet's picture
Sep.23.2009
Saying Goodbye   We embraced, there in the parking lot of the ordinary. How could I know your arms were arguing last things? Your cheek in my hair. For a moment I pressed against you. Goodbyes can be vast. In a breath, we traded lives. I didn't know you were a cliff I had reached the edge...
jodi-thompson's picture
Aug.01.2009
My sister calls and emails daily the last few days of July and the first few of August. Each beginning of August I get blue. Terribly so. By the time September rolls around I usually snap out of it. Don't know why. Just the way I am. It's hot and humid. I hate to close the house up for a/c, so it'...
sam-barry's picture
Jul.27.2009
The blues. Everyone gets ‘em. They are much worse than the pinks, much more common then the violets, and much more serious than the greens. Law enforcement officers get the blues, and so do Harvard professors (just to pick two random groups). Poor people get the blues; rich people get ‘em; and...
sam-barry's picture
Jul.13.2009
 That’s right: today we’ve gone into the vault and pulled out a never-before-seen video and posted it on YouTube. This is the celebrated* recording of me teaching Jason Headley how to play the “I’m a Man” riff on the “harp,” or “harpoon,” or “mouth organ,” or “harmonica.” It’s as if Little Walter...
marilyn-kallet's picture
Jun.02.2009
Back from Paris, more tired than alive, for a couple of nights in Auvillar.  There's a composers' workshop in the main house now, so I have moved to the office apartment for a few days.  The composers are outside eating dinner, and I am not invited.  I went out to pull my clothes off the line, and...