Wednesday, February 22, 2012

KBYD February 22, 2012

Playlist:
Chicken Strut - The Meters
Do The Right Thing (Wild Geese Remix - Metronomy
Must Be the Moon - !!! (Chk Chk Chk)
Too Much Too Young - Bad Wolf
In Every Dream Home A Heartache (Roxy Music Cover) - Moose
I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous - Frank Turner
Dim - Taser Puppets
Relationchips - Triathalon
Slow Train Home - Tom Metcalfe
This Place is Dollhouse - Seahawk
Balthamos - Suzuki/Method
Mr Lonely Lonely - Templebys
Way Down In The Hole - Tom Waits
Surfer Blood - Miranda
Wisdom - The Christophers
Volcano Song - Budos Band
Favours for Friends - Jaguar Jones
Superczar - Lionize
Brand New Funk - DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Bye Bye Bye - Plants and Animals
Suffercation - The Telescopes
Maybe the Boy Who Cried Wolf Was Just Paranoid - Sugar Army
Ghosts In The Machine - Munroe Effect
B.C. is on Fire - The Pack A.D.
Blackout - Breathe Carolina
Big Bangs, Black Holes, Meteorites - Love Is All


Poem:

from Ash Wednesday
T.S. Eliot

II

Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree
In the cool of the day, having fed to satiety
On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained
In the hollow round of my skull. And God said
Shall these bones live? shall these
Bones live? And that which had been contained
In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:
Because of the goodness of this Lady
And because of her loveliness, and because
She honours the Virgin in meditation,
We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled
Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love
To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
It is this which recovers
My guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestible portions
Which the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawn
In a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown.
Let the whiteness of bones atone to forgetfulness.
There is no life in them. As I am forgotten
And would be forgotten, so I would forget
Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God said
Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only
The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping
With the burden of the grasshopper, saying

Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Terminate torment
Of love unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of love satisfied
End of the endless
Journey to no end
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Word of no speech
Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.

Under a juniper-tree the bones sang, scattered and shining
We are glad to be scattered, we did little good to each other,
Under a tree in the cool of the day, with the blessing of sand,
Forgetting themselves and each other, united
In the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye
Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity
Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.

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