Enough words for now...

Just informing the enormous following that until mountains of marking has been completed I will finish with a poem. I remember that I wanted to share with Thistler an experience of seeing CW Stoneking at the Port Fairy folkie, so with even further self indulgence here goes...

Stone King

Black man in a white body,
is it my eyes or my ears
that deceive me? Is it
the way you look or
the way you sound?

From this great white exterior
comes the sound of midnight black.
Howls from the Deep South
have found a new continent.
My ears believe but my eyes don’t.

Eyes closed, I listen
and beyond the present,
in swaying fields of the past
I find remembrance not my own,
voices leaving the burden of experience
behind them, drowning
in the nostalgic liquor of song,
escaping circumstance, transcending pain.

This presence contradicting sense
allows me to escape the culture
engraved upon my skin,
causing the touch of history unknown
to resonate in my bones.

Voice transcends appearance
and thought escapes time.




P.S. Next posts may even include pics!