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September 2024
RIP Kris Kristofferson
"RIP Kris Kristofferson" 9/30/24
 
Kris Kristofferson did it all! He wrote songs that made the best songwriters mutter “why do I bother”, smoldering with admiration and love.
 
Flush with details only a seer should know - not someone who’s only been on our planet a mere several decades - his words ritualistically lured you in anti-pop
 
Honesty, humanity, sensuality bolstered by
Everyday ordinary extravagant feelings so deep you could feel their molecular structure simmering beneath taut skin
 
He was the prototype - in the movies - for every bad boy motorcycle-riding rocker many a young girl fell for (including me) and my first love was essentially him with a Russian accent: poet, musician, lover, protector, biker, humble genius
 
I’ve watched innumerable videos of him performing his songs from a young age into his eighties and never not felt something deep while also being able to easily sing along
 
Isn’t that the point of existence? To remind each other that we are all mirrors of the most merciful aspects of ourselves curmudgeons can be lovable the violent can be redeemed with enough
 
Love and optimistic self-belief everyone had a different relationship to your handsomeness to some (Sinead) you must have seemed like a benevolent music-father to others Jim Morrison-esque; spiritual elegance Highwayman
 
Just out of reach the songs the songs the songs
The work ethic, ethical and strong arms holding so many peers and disciples up and up, inside and out you were the voice in some ways,
 
Of Americana if music was the sun -
R I S E
Midair
“Midair” - 9/18/2024
 
A lot of things happen when you’re on the road
That you don’t necessarily want to process fully until you know
You don’t have to take the stage and avoid falling completely apart
After all people pay good money to see and hear you
Perform confidently with hope and uplift, irrepressible
 
It’s hard, then, not to let tears fall finally when you know
You have time to acknowledge the loss of someone
So gifted, so extraordinary, so altogether
Undeniably transcendent as a human being and artist
Michaela DePrince has been on my mind these last few days
 
I’ve read the articles in the tour van I’ve scrolled
Through the never-enough praise the shock-waves
But I didn’t want to believe it or let it sink in
And the story of her mother passing just before
She could have heard of the loss of her precious daughter
 
It’s too much and now I can’t stop thinking
Why why why and remembering there is no logic
To this fleeting life we lead the most explosive
Things we feel are the ones that seem to bring
Us the most confusion how beauty and grace and inspiration
 
Can evaporate in a heartbeat leaving only remnants of
Commiseration loss is such a conundrum making us
Appreciate life and each other’s uniquely courageous experience
Just in time to remember we are enough until the next
Roller-coaster contrives to shake us with the sheer contradiction of being
 
So alive we feel each other’s hearts beating halfway
Around the world and tears turn us into well-springs of reverential sadness
Itinerant
"Itinerant" - 9/13/2024
 
Her life is almost never lonely
To this she can attest with every fibre of her itinerant being
She may be the most resolute person you know, and if not then it consoles her
Imagining somewhere out there, plate-spinning, is a kind of doppelganger
 
Her life is rich with friends and neighbors, a loving family,
And a town she calls home transcending any sense of belonging
She ever had before happening upon it. Growing up she was
The only Jew in her class, the only bisexual she thought existed.
 
The only girl who left school early in pursuit of balletic perfection
At the expense of small talk, flirtations, shared hobbies, inebriation
Each train ride into the City was a kind of odyssey – the grownups around her
Oblivious that she was a child, by herself, and trusted to behave and be careful
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Every day now she interacts with dozens of people
Some may be texting, others whatsapping; occasionally a voicemail or voice note
Breaks the natural barrier that has come to define her sense of truth:
She is a type of warrior and the only person who will defend her is her
 
A survivor of a tumor the "size of a plum" according to the head of oncology
At Mt. Sinai (who also warned her never to drink soy chai lattés again)
A survivor of assault in college like so many female friends - too numerous to count
A survivor of relationship abuse and keeper of too many secrets, too much shame
 
She eventually had to bust wide open, revealing gratitude's triumphant exhilaration
Revering and reviving a quintessential glittering resilience bonding her
Like mercury to a cavity, deep and dark and underneath
All her optimism and all her activism, is a hopeful yearning to be someone entirely free
 
So, you see: her life is almost never lonely
She wishes she could confess to craving to be entwined with someone vs. a hive
She may spin the unlikeliest tranquility you know, and at night it consoles her
Imagining somewhere out there, dream-shimmering, is a kind of soulmate