Perhaps it's about time I put a poem out...
Here's one surfacing for some C&C:
(oh, and the 2nd line in the title bit, if my e-mail could manage it, would
be in italics and appearing in print that was a couple of points smaller!)
Faced By The Tamala Tribute Group
Palma Nova, Mallorca, 2004
They’re Spanish. They raise their right arms, riffle their knees,
lift up their heads, breathe in and gleam, then stop
in the name of love as the two almost dressed women
and a shiny suited man sing a Supremes song. We listen
to their pronunciations too sleek for meaning
and, like a CD, too smooth for the weight of the stylus
while the words turn up the volume of memories -
our anguish, our first ecstasies - they sung what they meant
in phrases that never felt glossed - they shimmied,
they wept - because after the silence came the hiss
as the next one asked what became of the broken-hearted
and we sang with our souls, stressing and pausing,
believing we could sing off by heart the next one too.
Bob Cooper
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