Some darn talented buskers.
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
For this is not America
Blossom fails to bloom this season
Promise not to stare
For this is not the miracle
— David Bowie, This Is Not America
We’ve been hearing from artists and writers about moments in their lives that brought comfort, while the world is a bit bleak. For Grief Awareness Week, we heard from actor, comedian and writer @robdelaney, about how his perspective on hope changed, after losing his son #R4Today pic.twitter.com/6iWmyXuh2l
— BBC Radio 4 Today (@BBCr4today) December 8, 2020
We are all temporary gatherings of stardust.
Exactly the way the week needs to start.
I’m afraid of Americans. I’m afraid of the world. I’m afraid I can’t help it. I’m afraid I can’t.
Ten years after Tanya Davis wrote the gorgeous poem, How to Be Alone, she’s done it again with a poignant poem for these times, How to Be at Home.
If you’ve never seen it, here’s How To Be Alone. It’s one of my favorite things.
Try not to rhyme. It can get irritating.
This is important. Also, not political. Just informational. We all need to understand that this election day/night/week/month(?) will be unlike any we’ve experienced before.
Be informed. Be prepared.
“Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick.The one that makes me scream,” she said.
“The one that makes me laugh,” she said and threw her arms around my neck.
“Show me how you do it, and I promise you. I promise that I’ll run away with you…
“I’ll run away with you.”
Eddie Van Halen was the reason many famous guitarists of today picked up a guitar.
What a loss.
“Same tape I’ve had for years…”