Warwick poet and musician D.K. Mckenzie presents excerpts from his spoken word and music podcast, The Poe Underground, in a Warwick Radio exclusive.
In this episode, hear jazz-inspired, original music and the poems Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens, Songs from the Dusk by Russell W. Davenport, and Infinity by D.K. Mckenzie.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Among twenty snowy mountains,
Was the eye of the blackbird.
In which there are three blackbirds.
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
Icicles filled the long window
The shadow of the blackbird
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
That the blackbird is involved
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
At the sight of blackbirds
Even the bawds of euphony
Once, a fear pierced him,
The shadow of his equipage
The blackbird must be flying.
It was evening all afternoon.
And it was going to snow.
Songs from the Dusk (Movement for an Imaginary Violin)
Take me there, take me there—far, far within
The scarlet cloisters of the clouds, hung over
This glassy water-terrace rimmed with clover,
It cannot hush, it cannot hush—as thin,
As wild, as sweet as miracle! Mad lover,
My heart must almost perish to discover
What ecstasy of wine we are—what kin.
Yet you grow slow aloft, and falter—fall.
I scarcely hear, I scarcely hear at all
Those drops of tone. Warblers and swallows call
Across the water, drawing shore to shore;
The woodpecker; the dusk. Oh, play one more—
One more—one more—one more note! That is all.
Bust forth with black hole gravity
Atomic fusion is your smile with a voice of combustion
There you go with the laughter of a thousand earthquakes
Rattling the ground beneath your feet
Never exhausting your gate of storms and fire
Your kiss however is the thing
The most powerful thing that topples the world
And keeps the oceans from flowing
The poison of time is postponed and so is death
The universe is on hold when we're together
We are immortal dancing, spinning, embracing
Through the constants of infinity and true love
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