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In occurred to me that some songs in a cycle of poems I was putting to song called the Wheel by Wendell Berry -farmer, novelist essayist, poet, mensch - work best as a blues, since the subject concerns time and death.
Well the blues finally takes us there doesn’t it? The wheel we turn on, the dance of fragile bodies. But if death is desolation that sees our comforts torn out by root and crown at least since Dionysus roamed these parts, it is also is heard in a loud, if not sardonic, laughter that we hear rising up from dancers spinning round with him...
"In the dance the dead return sorrow is gone from them they are light".......
Lyrics from Wendell Berry’s The Wheel with permission Counterpoint Press copyright....
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The dance and the song
call each other into being.
soon they are one-rapt in a single rapture,
so that even the jig has its clarity,
And time is the wheel that brings it round.
In this rapture the dead return
sorrow is gone from them.
they are light.
They step into the steps of the living
and turn with them
in the dance
in the sweet enclosure of the song,
and timeless is the wheel that brings it round.
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from
Blues Spake Zarathustra,
released November 24, 2010
Music by Richard Carlson, Lyrics by Wendell Berry
Vocals: Richard Carlson
Guitar/Bass: Buddy Mohmed
Percussion: Jamal Mohmed
Tenor Saxophone: David Lee Schloss
Solos:
David Lee Schloss - Tenor Saxophone
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