Tuesday is Election Day and they'll be no comment here, except to say this week's selection for Issa's Sunday Service is "As I Went Out One Morning" by Bob Dylan. The album from which it comes, John Wesley Harding, has been a long time favorite of mine for many reasons, not the least of which is the drumming of Kenny Buttrey. Aside from the solo albums, it is one the most stripped down, certainly the cleanest of all productions, over the entire span of Dylan's career. Beside Buttrey and Dylan, there was Charlie McCoy on bass and Pete Drake on pedal steel guitar. That's it and it's truly amazing.
The lyrics are transcendent, the songs sublime. It echoes through the years with a timelessness that not very many albums have. If I had to compare it to anything, I'd compare it not to another album but a book. A once-in-a-lifetime, much loved book.
I'll leave it there.
Think Tom Paine.
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Death has
my father's eyes,
pale blue and crisp
as autumn mornings.
best,
Don
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Here are two poems from the archive that shared the same page in an issue, #113, from way back in November 2000.
The Symbolism of Breath
Everything
turns to steam
in October
and the fog
pours thick
off
of your skin.
C. C. Russell
Death has
my father's eyes,
pale blue and crisp
as autumn mornings.
Albert Huffstickler
even to these old eyes--
cherry blossoms!
cherry blossoms!
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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