Visions of Johanna - Bob Dylan (live)
Smells like teen spirit - Tori Amos (Nirvana cover)
I gaze upon the roast,
that is sliced and laid out
on my plate
and over it
I spoon the juices
of carrot and onion.
And for once I do not regret
The passage of time.
I sit by a window
on the soot-stained brick of buildings
and do not care that I see
no living thing—not a bird,
not a branch in bloom,
not a soul moving
in the rooms
behind the dark panes.
These days when there is little
to love or to praise
one could do worse
to the power of food.
So I bend
the steam that rises
from my plate, and I think
of the first time
I tasted a roast
It was years ago
my mother leaned
over my dish and filled it
and when I finished
filled it again.
I remember the gravy,
its odor of garlic and celery,
and sopping it up
with pieces of bread.
I taste it again.
The meat of memory.
The meat of no change.
I raise my fork in praise,
and I eat.
Come together - John Lennon
Madison Square Garden, Thanksgiving 1974
The Shape I’m In - The Band
(from The Last Waltz, Thanksgiving day 1976)
I remember the scarred spine
Of mountains the moon slips through,
Fox fire in a stump, bushes red with blisters,
Her question, a woman in a sweatshirt,
Hand raised in a crowded room –
What use is poetry?
Above us, lights flickered,
Something wrong with the wiring.
I turned and saw the moon whirl in water,
The Rockies struck with a mauve light,
Sea creatures cut into sky foliage.
In the shadow of a shrub once you and I
Brushed lips and thighs,
Dreamt of a past that frees its prisoners.
Standing apart I looked at her and said –
We have poetry
So we do not die of history.
I had no idea what I meant.
Body and Soul - Tony Bennett & Amy Winehouse
I want to tell her it will not always be this way
as she leans back against the wall
pink-eyed and pleading with her boyfriend,
hands gesticulating in repeated patterns.
She should know that a different version of events
will quietly grow to replace each of these details,
in time she will be completely vindicated while
he incrementally transformed into villain or fool.
Looking back impartially will finally understand
the overarching context of every word spoken here
under the turning trees of fall and realize
it was obviously destiny or karma.
Some unavoidable run-in with the universe
she’ll come to appreciate as a necessary change
to one day commemorate with red wine
some finger food and the warmth of close friends.
Heartless - The Fray
In the white is a name.
In the three worlds
it stands. Wind
sounds, a world of one
across a darkening field;
name being stitched,
very small, in white thread
in white cloth.
Sympathy for the Devil - Rolling Stones (live)
David Frost Show (UK) 1968
Jack Kerouac reads from “On the Road”
The Steve Allen Show (1959)
Whipping Post - Frank Zappa (Allman Bros. cover)
Peaches en Regalia - Talichova Komorní Filharmonie (Full orchestra performs the Zappa classic)
Walking across the Atlantic - Billy Collins