Possible cabaret act name: Miss Otis Tourettes

Today's Verse: 16 June 2009

Lighten up and listen
Joy belches up
Gut solar plexus windpipe
Bursting out your skin
Chin lips shiny cheeks eye dimples
Radiate

Today's Verse: 10 June 2009

Waiting for a meteor
To strike
God's own son and daughter
Astride it
Making love
To a big black snake
Of fire

I'll polish the solitaire
And do a little dusting
Wonder if there's
Enough in the fridge
For tomorrow

Either the phone's always
Ringing
Or no one calls

Until then

Those who rely on this space for Robert Wyatt updates may be interested to know that the Orchestre National de Jazz has released an album called "Around Robert Wyatt".  They are a Carla Bley-ish French little big band who play mostly older songs, sung with funny Maurice Chevalier acccents, but the Maestro himself does sing on a few originals.  It's a little hit-or-miss as tribute albums are wont to be, but well worth the listen.

After reading "Paradise Lost" and some of Blake's longer poems last year, I've jumped into Wordsworth's "The Prelude".  It's a little slow going, but I quite like it and find it much more engaging than that Lucy Grey crap I remember from high school.