- Glenn Sonnenberg
Musings from the Bunker 12/26/20
POETRY Departure By Edna St. Vincent Millay It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I care, But out of this house, lest my heart break, I must go, and off somewhere! It's little I know what's in my heart, What's in my mind it's little I know, But there's that in me must up and start, And it's little I care where my feet go! I wish I could walk for a day and a night, And find me at dawn in a desolate place, With never the rut of a road in sight, Or the roof of a house, or the eyes of a face. I wish I could walk till my blood should spout, And drop me, never to stir again, On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out, And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain. But dump or dock, where the path I take Brings up, it's little enough I care, And it's little I'd mind the fuss they'll make, Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere. "Is something the matter, dear," she said, "That you sit at your work so silently?" "No, mother, no—'twas a knot in my thread. There goes the kettle—I'll make the tea.
American Sonnet (10)
By Wanda Coleman
our mothers wrung hell and hardtack from row and boll. fenced others' gardens with bones of lovers. embarking from Africa in chains reluctant pilgrims stolen by Jehovah's light planted here the bitter seed of blight and here eternal torches mark the shame of Moloch's mansions built in slavery's name. our hungered eyes do see/refuse the dark illuminate the blood-soaked steps of each historic gain. a yearning yearning to avenge the raping of the womb from which we spring
MUSIC The opening of the 2011 Tony Awards, “Broadway’s Not Just for Gays Anymore,” sung by Neil Patrick Harris. Really classic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6S5caRGpK4 This is a medley of Christmas songs for quarantine. It’s cute and funny and was written and posted last May, making it all the more ironic. And now that it’s Christmas, it’s apropos.. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXLcLIN5xnw Best, Glenn