Showing posts with label Edmund Conti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edmund Conti. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Issa's Sunday Service, #9







This week's Issa's Sunday Service is conducted by the always amazing David Bromberg. This song was a big favorite of mine over 20 years ago and I'd completely forgotten about it until I started thinking about songs for this feature. The song is "Kaatskill Seranade" and I'm gonna guess that most folks aren't overly familiar with this old chestnut. The lit connection is subtle enough that some folks miss it; Mr. B. refuses to name it and I love him for it. But, here you go; the poster above and the passing of 20 years are a couple of big hints.

Enjoy.

Last week, I got so carried away with posting the Anne Sexton song that I completely forgot that I've been posting poems from the archive, ascending from #1. So, to make up for that goof, I'll post two today, with Issa closing up shop as usual. The first is from #12, in April 1990, he second from #14, June 1990:




Gullied Lives
Raw ravines
corrugated
by wind and rain
and time.

Hearts don't break.
They weather.
Albert Huffstickler






Dean Martin Sings Otello
When the moon hits your eye
like a big pizza pie
Desdemona.
Edmund Conti








over my midday nap
the scent of lotuses
meanders
Issa
translated by David Lanoue




best,
Don


PS One interesting aside about "Kaatskill Serenade:" it is one of the songs that surfaces now and again from the famous lost Dylan session of the early 90's that was produced by Bromberg.