[based on a translation of "L'Ideal"
from FLEURS DU MAL by Charles Baudelaire
it will never be these thumbnail beauties
born of a rascal century
damaged products castanets
on my fingers, booted feet
who can satisfy a heart like mine
convicted of no crime
leave Gavarni to device
his flock of chirpers left on ice
never found among the roses
never left to my supposes
a red flower looks ideal
but I can't tell if it is real
the ideal
the ideal
I can't tell
if it's real
the ideal
the ideal
I only know
heart as deep
as an abyss
will I wake
with a kiss?
Lady Macbeth power soul
and the daughter of Michaelangelo
Aeschysus born of storm
peaceful in an awkward post
the Big Night my ideal
the Titans speak
the ideal
the ideal
I can't tell
if it's real
the ideal
the ideal
I only know
heart as deep
as an abyss
will I wake
with a kiss?
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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