With beetle-browed irritation here we go again: Sprezzatura - essentially or inessentially an identity derived for the pop imagination of a self-exploding book.
Not a prison house or a world view, this seems a little different, not in cognitive taste, but in cultural flavor.
The amperage of misunderstanding increases, these darkly funny night sweats a correction to complacency, a strangled, atonal blend of billows, stutters, and cracks - a free-wheeling orchestration of liquid samba and depraved forro.
Pearls hang down in necklaces, islands come round in archipelagos, two pupils and one fool go yelping with little allegiance to tradition; concertina remixes on high wire, tightrope de crescendo scowling in god's pocket beyond basic logistical discussions.
There are no rehearsals.
The language of flowers: a trio of violets, thistle squiggles, overlaid on mulberry dead palms and live parakeets, angels show up elsewhere, no complexity, virtuous intentions, maudlin caricatures, or amplitude.
The waggles of focal dystonia: my light from one lightbulb, I stand illuminated, and the bastards tried to stop me.
Dave Stankowicz is a retired educator who lives on an island off the coast of Portland, Maine with his wife Debbie Jordan and their dog Jade. Liberated from the responsibilities of teaching he has found the space and time to pursue so much that interests him.
Besides writing and photography Dave hosts a weekly radio show - Palm Wine Radio. As D.J. Zachariah, he plays African music on Monday mornings from 10:30 - Noon at WMPG.org.
He continues his efforts to master space and time.
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