Music:
Ned Mudd
Morning Star
from the album Buffalo T-Bone
lyrics
Praise to All Audacious
Praise to all audacious enough to rise.
Praise you, dough, full of wild yeast,
warm-wet, breathing,
breathing your best breath before the oven
fire-freezes you in its infernal embrace.
Praise you, birds, singing sun-songs through clear skies
and dark clouds. Praise you, thunder, you roll and quake
my little dog who rises to stretch, yawns and yaps for more,
more of everything but your boom. You, flower, unfurled
like a flag in a storm. You, thorn, curved to your most perfect point.
You, tree, rising tall to bend as winds fell dead limbs and leaves.
Special praise for you, heart, upon hearing music
or witnessing love, and you, voice, brave-joining song so quiet-
quietly at first but then, full singing.
Most of all, praise you, people, moved to joy by this day
of upwelling promise. You flood American streets
with shouts and tears of sweet relief.
May you, audacious souls, rise
and rise
and rise
and carry all the world up with you.
credits
from Miracle Strip,
released August 31, 2022
Music:
Ned Mudd
Morning Star
from the album Buffalo T-Bone
Poet, librarian, raconteur; Matt Layne has been poking hornet's nests and looking under rocks since he was knee-high to a peanut peg.
I reckon you oughta check him out.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021