Today, on Radio Dodo, three songs, in order of importance, and chronology; a triumvirate of attitude and ideology akin to the Hindu trinity of three faces: Brahma, Vishnu, Siva.
Well All Right, Buddy Holly
Dark Horse, Geo. Harrison
Wall of Death, Richard and Linda Thompson.
And, a poem of my own, not because I am convinced of its fitness, but because to live and to love is to risk.
It Is Well
Pulling from the crown of the head.
Slumping in the shoulders.
Dragging at the heels.
Angle of repose indeed!
Abandon this dream of symmetry: All is vertiginous lopsidedness.
Once, in a tent, in Wales, very soggily, a bard loudly recited.
The performance conscripting an audience.