“Funny how a melody sounds like a memory.” By Eric Church
For my new beginning a prevalent theme in actualizing my dream to be an author was accepting a major aspect of the writing life was “solitary confinement”. It has been that way for the past twelve and a half years. Washington state was my “wilderness” of sorts. Left to my own devices initially after my mother’s death then subsequently by the well meaning gestures of those who said they cared but didn’t. There is no blame nor was it anybody’s fault. It is the process of living on the brink of destitution month after month and the burgeoning rising cost of living that depleted my creativity and freedom of expression. I was surviving not living. I was drained because struggling to pay bills made my dream to write suffer. The starving artist thing is not appealing to me. However, moving to the San Francisco bay area from Seattle made the necessary difference. With the exception of the “roommate fraud” thing and being homeless for a little while, it forced me to rely on my nascent auditory memories to get me through those hard times. I am grateful for this Solitude because it opened my heart and my eyes to why I am here….and who I truly am.
I paired Herbie Hancock’s Solitude with Ferlinghetti’s Wild Dreams of a New Beginning because it is exactly the emotions and thoughts are the appreciation of the of the good times I felt and heard. Peace & Love Out! JBC 😎 & ♥
“Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning”
There’s a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples
Lost Alexandria still burns
in a billion lightbulbs
Lives cross lives
idling at stoplights
Beyond the cloverleaf turnoffs
‘Souls eat souls in the general emptiness’
A piano concerto comes out a kitchen window
A yogi speaks at Ojai
‘It’s all taking pace in one mind’
On the lawn among the trees
lovers are listening
for the master to tell them they are one
with the universe
Eyes smell flowers and become them
There’s a deathless hush
on the freeway tonight
as a Pacific tidal wave a mile high
sweeps in
Los Angeles breathes its last gas
and sinks into the sea like the Titanic all lights lit
Nine minutes later Willa Cather‘s Nebraska
sinks with it
The sea comes over in Utah
Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles
Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere
An orchestra onstage in Omaha
keeps on playing Handel’s Water Music
Horns fill with water
ans bass players float away on their instruments
clutching them like lovers horizontal
Chicago’s Loop becomes a rollercoaster
Skyscrapers filled like water glasses
Great Lakes mixed with Buddhist brine
Great Books watered down in Evanston
Milwaukee beer topped with sea foam
Beau Fleuve of Buffalo suddenly become salt
Manhatten Island swept clean in sixteen seconds
buried masts of Amsterdam arise
as the great wave sweeps on Eastward
to wash away over-age Camembert Europe
manhatta steaming in sea-vines
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
in empty eternity
as the Hudson retakes its thickets
and Indians reclaim their canoes
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