1. |
dolphy
02:34
|
|||
2. |
close call
04:48
|
|||
|
Close Call
[fireworks]
We swerved around the mistake
a scream from the back and a wave from the cab
and suddenly, it's as if nothing happened
a swerve in time and space
a bump in possibilities
he said, don't leave me alone with Tini's bag
we swerved around the mistake
a scream from the back and a wave from the cab
as if nothing happened
omg don't leave me alone with Tini's bag
in Miami and Michigan they mutual dream
is it the 826 or the car at Laurier
it's like falling while pregnant and flying to the curb
a close call with crows overhead or
ravens complaining
flying to the curb
grape leaves keep the rain from my chair
begonias in a cyclone
he scoffs and says, not a cyclone
not not not not a cyclone, a tornado
begonias in a tornado
as the elms spit their mess on us and
squirrels invade my dreams with
footprints on a tablet
squirrels invade my dreams
They're upsetting, I wait
for arugula, for the lettuce and the blueberries
and our new lilac street view place
begonias in a tornado
begonias in a cyclone
they dream of swerving in traffic
it's a close call, a crow call, a close call
another space and time
alone with someone else's luggage
in another space and time
the blueberries are ripe
and the arugula has grown
and there's no more traffic, there's self-driving cars
he scoffs and says not a cyclone
he scoffs and splits hairs
in the windy, swampy city
the string lights on our street
and their street on his street, on her street
they think they're acorns, ah
Janet's dream:
I'm in a vehicle that's braking as it skids towards
the back of a vehicle stopped ahead
it seems an accident is imminent, inevitable
there's a sense of all of this happening suddenly
while simultaneously it seems like time slows to a crawl
and all sensation and awareness is intensified
do we stop just in time? I think we stop just inches from
the back of the other vehicle and didn't hit it
it seems it is a very close call
the huge rush of sensation is what stands out the most
like this all happens in a few seconds
Maria's dream:
I'm driving on the highway on the western part of Miami
to see Maureen and a few other psi dreamers
there is suddenly a strange man in my car standing in the
back seat with his head out the sunroof singing on top of his lungs
I'm, like, dude what are you doing? “Waiting for a Girl Like You”
come into the back seat and sing with him, I can't, I'm driving
(I have to concentrate on the road, I have to concentrate on the road)
the car seems to be self-driving
three cars at a stand still and my vehicle isn't slowing down
two cars have slowed down that are trying to go around a car
that broke down
I climb back into the front driver's seat and I'm slamming on the brakes
we're skidding and the rear of the car that
stopped in front of me is getting closer, larger
in perspective but we stop about an inch before crashing
I take a breath and compose myself, looking in my side mirror
to get into the left lane to go around the cars
The following passage by bpNichol taken from "You Too, Nicky",
"outside the window
the rumble of other journeys
planes, trains, cars passing
the feet of friends or strangers echo the unseen concrete"
is used by permission of Eleanor Nichol. Copyright © held by the Estate of bpNichol.
|
||||
3. |
lifeonpause.
04:36
|
|||
4. |
lockdown
04:06
|
|||
5. |
under the milky way
03:07
|
|||
6. |
where are you
04:45
|
|||
7. |
mirror lake
02:51
|
|||
8. |
folded wish
04:13
|
|||
9. |
spatterdock
03:11
|
|||
10. |
i will
03:17
|
|||
11. |
teapot
04:22
|
|||
|
Teapot
The handle of the teapot snaps
under the watchful eye of the bear over the door
or the elegant deer
there's scurrying overhead and he says
oh the floor squeaks, oh oh oh the floor squeaks
I imagine a moth trapped in a bottle or a flickering light
under the watchful eye of the bear over the door
the mosquito can't be bothered with me
he flies past on his way to the pines
the mosquito can't be bothered with me
he flies past on his way to the pines
away from the hungry frogs
the bull frogs at night
they set up a chorus like a gang of bellowing men
in a pub after a game
they're like a gang of bellowing men in a pub or
after a game
all the hungry bull frogs
I know all the birds now
the white throated sparrow
the crow, the jay
the cardinal and the finch
they're somewhere near in the green hills
as I glide over the water like a thirsty insect
concrete of the city is far from here now
and the painted the streets are beckoning
and they hydrants turned to mist
the chipmunks guess we're just passing through and
they treat us with disdain
swinging on the bird feeder or burrowing in the grass
ah, the chipmunks guess we're just passing through and
they treat us with disdain
ah, the chipmunks guess we're just passing through and
they treat us with disdain
Daisies explode by the bridge, between the lakes
lake three and four
we walk silently together with sand in our shoes
scanning for mushrooms we won't dare eat, we're scanning for
mushrooms we won't dare eat, we're scanning for mushrooms we
won't dare to eat ...
as the daisies explode by the bridge between lakes three and four
and three and four
we walk silently together
|
||||
12. |
timber tiger
03:13
|
|||
13. |
cryptogram
02:38
|
|||
14. |
planetary
03:10
|
|||
|
Planetary
by Jeannette Lambert
is it the poles that are drifting?
or the wobbling moon?
parched earth and fires
torrential downpours, swelling rivers and
sweeping whole towns away
the bullfrogs complain in the heat of the night
I dream of climbing small towers, barefoot, on bamboo
by the rocks along the highway
the waitress calls me baby
and dives for my fork
as the ice rattles on the table and
the sky darkens overhead
we hold the rising water back
in the dark of the night in our minds
sandbags in our thoughts
as the road curves and pulls us to the north
the bugs chase us back in away from the shore
buzzing to make a point:
can't you do any better?
won't fix what you've broken?
can't you do any better?
won't fix what you've broken?
the planets shake their heads
the spirits have all spoken
can't you do any better
won't you fix what you've broken?
the planets shake their heads
the spirits have all spoken
|
||||
15. |
ronin
04:33
|
|||
|
Ronin
there's a whiteout of drifting snow
over the invisible lake or
important looking groups of men
with tents and sleds and tools
girls skating into their dogs and landing on their backs
I dream of a red ocelot in someone's embrace
as I dash across the lake towards the ice fishing holes
and the slush takes hold and you leap back
girls skating into their dogs and landing on their backs
I dream of the ragged white lion that my friend Star knows
over the invisible lake
the red sumach flowers rise and point to the sky
the big white day moon hangs over the twilight hills
the steam of the hot tub rises over the snow
your tuque is full of icicles
as the blue jay flies between the pines
never stopping to say hello, hello, hello
the blue jay flies between the pines
blue, blue, blue, never stopping to say hello
I'm in everyone's dreams these days
and I keep asking why
sometimes in July or three times in January
over and over and over again this week
with gold paper or in hot pink
with cookies and pencils
with Jack or JJ
with gold paper in hot pink
planning dances at a party
rowing to the lighthouse with my hands in the dark
I'm in everyone's dreams these days
sometimes in July
I'm in everyone's dreams these days
rowing to a lighthouse in the dark
rowing with my hands in the dark
the blue jay flies between the pines
never stopping to say hello
|
||||
Jeannette Lambert Montreal, Québec
Living creatively through jazz and intuition guides my life as a jazz singer and composer. As a Dutch-Indonesian immigrant raised in Northern Ontario, free jazz, sound poetry, and dreamwork have contributed to my creative freedom. I live in Montreal, Quebec where I insist everyone around me create as well. ... more
Jeannette Lambert recommends:
After inventing his own planet, second born expands to include his local posse as well as reinventing himself before releasing the third album ...
go to album
Dirty Sand & Tree Thoughts
by van garden
First born ponders the angst of lockdowns and going abroad through poetry and expression
go to album
Ars Transmutatoria Rouge
by Michel Lambert
Michel brings his collage scores around the world and I layer them with dream haiku
go to albumIf you like Jeannette Lambert, you may also like:
Inspired by a trip to Indonesia, “Fleeting Future” is an album chock full of dense and dizzying jazz compositions.
go to album
Emotional Switches
by Eivind Opsvik
Brooklyn experimentalist Eivind Opsvik's latest LP is art-pop that is inventive, adventurous, and charming.
go to album
Tura Lura
by Harrington, Gustin & Zahn
Warm and enveloping songs from Dave Harrington, Jeremy Gustin, and Spencer Zahn with the ache of post-rock and the hush of ambient music.
go to album
