September 3 . Issue #107

  Ornithology, with the Bird trying to teach everyone just how high the moon was, is, and will ever be and how high he is now. He zigs and zags through ins and outs of chords in quantum leaps of invention, he follows a two-note “mop mop” with a five-hundred-notes-a-minute-run-lasting-for-what-almost-seems-all-of-jazz-eternity, leaving us breathless from listening,… Continue reading September 3 . Issue #107

August 27 . Issue #106

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,      The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation      Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:           His ineffable effable           Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular name. (The Naming of Cats by… Continue reading August 27 . Issue #106