Friday, November 29, 2013

KBYD November 29, 2013


Mediocre Poetry - Skeleton Suite
Comencemos (Let's Start) - Jungle Fire
Head Spins - Dead Beat Band
Hey You - The Hairem
Cruel Summer - Black Marble
Visions and Lights - Buzz Kull
Look Away - 2 of Clubs
Shadows - Honeyfeet
Blood Fever - The Chitticks
Time Machine - She Drew The Gun
Fire - 12 Dirty Bullets
Stars - Andy Whitaker
City Lights - DeLix
Panther Dash - The Go! Team
Bob N Weave - The Joint
Switchblade - The Ventriloquists
In Your Brain - Monophonics
Nostalgia - The Chameleons
Dover - Loli Jackson
Silky Filter - The Moods
Hit - The Sugarcubes
Firewalker - Jungle Fire
Sun Shines Underwater - Jo Bywater
Push Me On - Doves


from In Memory of W. B. Yeats
by W. H. Auden


He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.

Far from his illness
The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests,
The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays;
By mourning tongues
The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

But for him it was his last afternoon as himself,
An afternoon of nurses and rumours;
The provinces of his body revolted,
The squares of his mind were empty,
Silence invaded the suburbs,
The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.

Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.

But in the importance and noise of to-morrow
When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the Bourse,
And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed,
And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom,
A few thousand will think of this day
As one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual.

What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.

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