Carrying his dented horn in a paper sack,
Pawned, lost, fifty times found and bought back,He paid the price of a Stradivarius
To unhock his horn and blow for us.
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Thursday, August 08, 2013
Poem: Bird
By Jack Brummet
He paid the price of a Stradivarius
To unhock his horn and blow for us.
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He paid the price of a Stradivarius
To unhock his horn and blow for us.
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The Maldives+Ken Stringfellow at Barboza (with openers Sons of Warren Oates)
By Jack Brummet, NW Music Ed.
The Maldives and Ken Stringfellow played last night at Barboza. Barboza is in the basement below Numoes, which also means there is sonic competition with the metal bands playing upstairs. This was a really fun, but poorly attended show. The Sons of Warren Oates opened and were an unknown to me (I'd heard their name before and loved it). They were one of the most listenable warmup bands I'd heard in ages...a trio with fiddle, guitar, and banjo. They played for about 40 minutes. The banjo player (Kevin?) joined KS and the Maldives for a couple of tunes on the accordion. Ken played a lot of his album Danzig and a few earlier nuggets from his album Touched. I bet there were never more than 60 people there, and at the end, maybe three dozen. Before the Maldives came out, Ken got off the stage and told us to gather around and he sang un-mic'd with his Telecaster. Then he played a tune on the piano and brought out the Maldives. I look forward to seeing The Maldives on their own sometime soon.
The Maldives and Ken Stringfellow played last night at Barboza. Barboza is in the basement below Numoes, which also means there is sonic competition with the metal bands playing upstairs. This was a really fun, but poorly attended show. The Sons of Warren Oates opened and were an unknown to me (I'd heard their name before and loved it). They were one of the most listenable warmup bands I'd heard in ages...a trio with fiddle, guitar, and banjo. They played for about 40 minutes. The banjo player (Kevin?) joined KS and the Maldives for a couple of tunes on the accordion. Ken played a lot of his album Danzig and a few earlier nuggets from his album Touched. I bet there were never more than 60 people there, and at the end, maybe three dozen. Before the Maldives came out, Ken got off the stage and told us to gather around and he sang un-mic'd with his Telecaster. Then he played a tune on the piano and brought out the Maldives. I look forward to seeing The Maldives on their own sometime soon. 
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Wednesday, August 07, 2013
The Alvord T. Bridge Closes
By Jack Brummet, Green River Valley Ed.
The Alvford T. Bridge was a couple of blocks from where I grew up and we spent a lot of time playing on and under it, riding bikes on it, and hanging from it and dropping into the river. I never knew its name before. We always called in The T Bridge. It led to three junkyards and some farms.
The bridge (a through truss bridge), built in 1914 over the Green River on S. 3rd Avenue in Kent, is scheduled for demolition and removal. The bridge has been considered structurally deficient for years and the county closed the bridge and will demolish, but not replace it. There are two other bridges across the river very close by.
A protest against the T Bridge earlier this year
The Alvford T. Bridge was a couple of blocks from where I grew up and we spent a lot of time playing on and under it, riding bikes on it, and hanging from it and dropping into the river. I never knew its name before. We always called in The T Bridge. It led to three junkyards and some farms.
The bridge (a through truss bridge), built in 1914 over the Green River on S. 3rd Avenue in Kent, is scheduled for demolition and removal. The bridge has been considered structurally deficient for years and the county closed the bridge and will demolish, but not replace it. There are two other bridges across the river very close by.
A snapshot I took last week
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Middle fingers of the month roundup
By Mona Goldwater, Signs and Gestures Ed.
Our irregularly appearing round-up of reader-submitted fingers. . .
Youth fingers:
"Grown-ups":
Our irregularly appearing round-up of reader-submitted fingers. . .
Youth fingers:
"Grown-ups":
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The Lake of Fire: a very short tale
By Jack Brummet
[source: unknown]
A man died and found himself in limbo, waiting in a long line for judgment.
The man saw that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates. Others were led over to Satan, who threw them into a lake of fire. Every so often, instead of hurling a condemned soul into the lake of fire, Satan would toss him or her off to one side.
After watching Satan do this several times, the men's curiosity got the better of him. He strolled over The Great Deceiver.
"Excuse me, there, Your Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, and I couldn't help wondering why you toss some people off to the side instead of flinging them into the fires of hell with the others?"
"Ah," Satan said with a grin. "Those people are from Seattle. I'm just letting them dry out so they'll burn."
The man saw that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates. Others were led over to Satan, who threw them into a lake of fire. Every so often, instead of hurling a condemned soul into the lake of fire, Satan would toss him or her off to one side.
After watching Satan do this several times, the men's curiosity got the better of him. He strolled over The Great Deceiver.
"Excuse me, there, Your Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, and I couldn't help wondering why you toss some people off to the side instead of flinging them into the fires of hell with the others?"
"Ah," Satan said with a grin. "Those people are from Seattle. I'm just letting them dry out so they'll burn."
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Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Poem: [The Cloud Endures]
By Jack Brummet (with assistance from The Poetry Generator)
1
The cloud endures like a red sun.
Winds calmly rise like a dead captain.
2
Love, adventure, and anger.
Work, anger, and death.
3
Laughter, anger and death.
The dusty skyscraper grabs the truck.
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The cloud endures like a red sun.
Winds calmly rise like a dead captain.
2
Love, adventure, and anger.
Work, anger, and death.
3
Laughter, anger and death.
The dusty skyscraper grabs the truck.
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Poem: Coyote Comes Home Like A Salmon
By Jack Brummet
Crossing real estate lines
That mean nothing to him,
Coyote traverses the pale fog
Driven in from the sea.
He has a loan of time
To walk through his old salal tangled home.
Sneaking through nettles and Oregon grape,
He carries his battered canoe
Along magnolia darkened clay
Back where he grew from whelp to pup.
Down whitewater roiling over boulders
He feathers the current with his paddle,
Turning in the current like a leaf.
The spent river slinks into the sea.
Pipers spoon their bills in the sand for clams
And robins claw at earthworms.
A diving hawk sends smaller birds
Tumbling into hysterical flight.
His bones feel fragile as obsidian
As he watches the green Kalopanish stop
And they all come to the end:
The river, the creek, and God's old friend.
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That mean nothing to him,
Coyote traverses the pale fog
Driven in from the sea.
He has a loan of time
To walk through his old salal tangled home.
Sneaking through nettles and Oregon grape,
He carries his battered canoe
Along magnolia darkened clay
Back where he grew from whelp to pup.
Down whitewater roiling over boulders
He feathers the current with his paddle,
Turning in the current like a leaf.
The spent river slinks into the sea.
Pipers spoon their bills in the sand for clams
And robins claw at earthworms.
A diving hawk sends smaller birds
Tumbling into hysterical flight.
His bones feel fragile as obsidian
As he watches the green Kalopanish stop
And they all come to the end:
The river, the creek, and God's old friend.
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Fritz Kahn's industrial palace
Stuttgart, 1926. Chromolithograph. National Library of Medicine.
Fritz Kahn
(1888-1968)
[author]
(1888-1968)
[author]
Kahn’s modernist visualization of the digestive and respiratory system as "industrial palace," really a chemical plant, was conceived in a period when the German chemical industry was the world’s most advanced.
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Monday, August 05, 2013
A Marilyn Monroe Poem
By Jack Brummet, Poetry Ed.
From Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters by Marilyn Monroe by Farrar, Straus and Giroux (First Edition October 12, 2010, ISBN-10: 0374158355)
Only parts of us will ever
touchonly parts of others –
one’s own truth is just that really — one’s own truth.
We can only share the part that isunderstood by within another’s knowing acceptable to
the other — therefore so one
is for most part alone.
As it is meant to be in
evidently in nature — at bestthough perhaps it could make
our understanding seekanother’s loneliness out.
From Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters by Marilyn Monroe by Farrar, Straus and Giroux (First Edition October 12, 2010, ISBN-10: 0374158355)
Only parts of us will ever
touch
one’s own truth is just that really — one’s own truth.
We can only share the part that is
the other — therefore
is for most part alone.
As it is meant to be in
evidently in nature — at best
our understanding seekanother’s loneliness out.
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