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He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Gerard Van der Leun
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Sultan’s is majestic, for sure.
Runners up?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oh5uPTCbB5s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vs91er7AZmg&list=PLOH77NdWbWhzj6DS-PsO-zG9OXLgGbMUp 3.38
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2u4FTZTxCA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DI31qpzt1Iw makes you want to grab the M1.
MK’s playing is so distinct that it separates him from every other guitar player on the planet and I never get tired of listening to him. And, he’s a genuinely humble and entertaining man.
If the police are dismantled , then who will enforce the anti-gun laws?
Let me put it this way: on that day, there will be no protection for criminals.
Not to take anything away from his playing, but a solo is unaccompanied. Or has the definition changed?
Get a life, Tallow Pot
ghost-
Excellent question and precise analysis. Five stars.
Win, win for America. It is called self government. On a local level it has been the only *government* that has actually worked. Anywhere.
I posted this before.
It is a better, clearer version.
And it has Clapton too, though in a subordinate position.
You can thank me later.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubogjeqf8wQ
He can make it cry and sing.
Thanks, ghost.
The first time I hear MK and DS on the radio, I thought wow, nice to hear an obvious Chet Atkins influence in modern rock/pop. There are certain textures and tones only possible with finger picking.
I think the solo from Telegraph Road is better.
I agree. Telegraph Road was awesome. Primarily because it built upon his awesome original solo on Sultan’s