The arms of my ears reach out...
A new dream...
Definitely.
Way back...
RVN 1967-68
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None of us (or so few of us) pay attention; The work of God continues in the pollen falling from the bee as it moves from flower to flower
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Every corner I turn,
there stands Hafez, damn his eyes!
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Paul Bley on the Jazz Sound
Work in Progress
Observations at 62
Invitation
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The Arms of My Eyes
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Paul Bley on the Jazz Sound
In describing how a jazz musician develops his sound, Paul Bley said: "You get the sound you hear."
The same goes for poetry.
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