At GCP, Keith shared this photo, with one of his own poems, telling us that the original writing had been about images evoked by music.
The Music of Monoculture: A prayer for regeneration.
Jazz is the stuff of memory.
Movement, muscle memory
dance, sway, find the rhythm,
as the heart beats
and heartstrings sing songs of sadness.
Billie Holliday, Nina Simone,
Oh Oh Wynton Marsalis sound
throbs in the space
and I am lost
lost for words that capture
the voices of memory.
The sadness remains
triumphant, calling loud
across the cellar floor
beyond the walls
beyond the city streets
drummers strike its beat.
Wave goodbye to sorrow there
where sound whispers
through the stems of corn
where trees once grew.
Now see the grain stretch
beyond the tractor’s horn.
A field of gold from here to there
The Midas touch.
The money snare.
No rabbit scritching here would dare.
the grass is gone, fled with deer
and buffalo. Beyond our ken.
A single note no music makes.
And so we reap the sheaves of corn
Crying for those who won’t get born.
Poetry of Moods and Moments 