not one word

clouds very high - look,
not one word helped them get up there

~ ikkyu, crow with no mouth

August writing is slower than usual - the show on August 6 captured much of my energy for a couple of weeks. I have a house guest this week, and a trip planned for next week. I am trying to return to finding some words for what I am listening to.

I'm thinking the first part of September for new postings; if so moved, sooner. September 17 brings three great musicians to Minneapolis for the third in the 2011 concert series.

Thanks to each of you for returning to crow; behind the cyber-wall of silence and darkness, I see the map of the world provided by the site tracker. Readers from every direction visit and revisit crow daily. I hope I can make that worth your while soon enough.

For Joe Panzner

The Devil, Original sin. Man as good. If you would, you could be the Tyrant's favorite; it is more difficult to love God than to believe in Him.

We are all hanged or hangable.

A difficult matter, to rise to that divine callousness!

Though I have sung the mad pleasures of wine and opium, I thirst only for a liquor unknown on earth, which the pharmaceutics of heaven itself could not afford me; a liquor that contains neither vitality nor death, neither excitation nor extinction.

~Charles Baudelaire
selected from Le Fleurs du mal, 1857

Belgian artist Odilon Redon's fantastic print from his interpretations of Le Fleurs du mal, 1890