Belles Lettres…You’re an original Wretch – the soundtrack is fine too. Reminds me I should thank you for that steer to Mark and Emmy. Sang “All the road-running” with my bro yesterday who passed on an old poem re life and music this morning – tone isn’t exactly yours, the clime is diff and the music is a little farther out (Nigerian pop) but – what the hey – you still might dig it…Thanks for your angle of vision and your ears…

winter storm/monkey yanga

snow falling gently in the lamplight
park is lightly covered with a hopeful coat
but pavement black and wet
trees stark and wintry
my window wide open to chase out the heat
and encourage cold memories
and it works instantly like the
smell of chesnuts cooking at a Lisbon train track
none of that moves as much as Sir Victor Uwaifo
plucking all the way from Lagos kicking
that guitar on Joromi/Monkey Yanga
but it could have been so many records
jesus, to play music, those lucky dogs
i love this life