in new york
I just spent two hours listening to a guy from Chicago who lives here now playing on his dolsimer. He went to Senegal 3 years ago to learn West African rhythms and we hung out most of the night. While he was playing, I was writing in my journal as I usually do and I began to compile a poem about the experience. This is nothing new. What is new is that at the end, I placed the poem in his tip jar and he was so excited. His girlfriend told me he never receives artwork from listeners. I feel alive.
Dolsimer
He must be hammering
on steel
with dove feathers.
Playful pings marry their
twin vibrations to deliver
colours unimagined.
The sleeping bag parade
sidles along
unwilling
to sacrifice their one two
one two sailor song
for a moment in the wind
or a slip of the tongue.
Those that remain
are presented with a
luxurious bath of warm sounds.
Riffs replace then repeat
a feeling so rewarding
it must be
what I am trying to say.
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New York is hella fun but I find it a bit frightening near my hostel late at night. I could never live here. I could not function living my own life while walking around here. The only thing one can think about while walking the streets of New York City are the streets of New York City. I'm going to the American Museum of Natural History tomorrow and another day of purposeless walking, which is my favourite thing to do.
Peace and Love from the apples core.
Oh, Boston was wicked too. I had the best pastries I've ever had in my life in Little Italy. Harvard is weird though, too many people my age in suits. I was a bit frightened for my generation.
Dolsimer
He must be hammering
on steel
with dove feathers.
Playful pings marry their
twin vibrations to deliver
colours unimagined.
The sleeping bag parade
sidles along
unwilling
to sacrifice their one two
one two sailor song
for a moment in the wind
or a slip of the tongue.
Those that remain
are presented with a
luxurious bath of warm sounds.
Riffs replace then repeat
a feeling so rewarding
it must be
what I am trying to say.
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New York is hella fun but I find it a bit frightening near my hostel late at night. I could never live here. I could not function living my own life while walking around here. The only thing one can think about while walking the streets of New York City are the streets of New York City. I'm going to the American Museum of Natural History tomorrow and another day of purposeless walking, which is my favourite thing to do.
Peace and Love from the apples core.
Oh, Boston was wicked too. I had the best pastries I've ever had in my life in Little Italy. Harvard is weird though, too many people my age in suits. I was a bit frightened for my generation.