High Egoslavian Holy Day: Don Van Vliet born 75 years ago today. Click BEEFHEART for lots of songs, lots of me mumbling of my love of Beefheart. Bowie's death had me thinking of albums that paradigmatically changed how I hear music - Aladdin Sane, for instance - and Beefheart's Trout Mask Replica - for another.
Bowie's death - I hadn't been so nut-punched by a death since Beefheart's in 2010. That's two of my innermost circle for the three rotating spots on My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game. I promise to give all living members full Egoslavian Birthday Rites - I slighted Bowie's this year two day's before his death - but cannot promise that dire posts born of ominous dreams won't curse, though I promise to look at the next day's birthdays before I kill again.
Also too, rest in peace, C.D. Wright.
the breath the trees the bridge
the road the rain the sheen
the breath the line the skin
the vineyard the fences the leg
the water the breath the shift
the hair the wheels the shoulder
the breath the lane the streak
the lining the hour the reasons
the name the distance the breath
the scent the dogs the blear
the lungs the breath the glove
the signal the turn the need
the steps the lights the door
the mouth the tongue the eyes
the burn the burned the burning