Spirit World Restless Show #7

Show Number 7!

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April means new life, new energies. Tune in to a new edition of Spirit World Restless #7. Catch it live twice on spiritplantsradio.com at 17:30 EST, Saturday April 3rd and at 6:30 p.m Sunday April 4th.

Listen to an interweaving of haiku and my favourite playlist during this current state of life: Get Up, Stand Up, Higher Ground, Nina Simone, Tracy Chapman, Louis Armstrong and Duke Ellington,

The weekend schedule offers 3 DJS – take a look.

For fascinating radio, check out Spirit Plants Radio!

Radio with DJ Judih! Spirit World Restless #4

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This time around we’ve got haiku and other poems blended with my recent playlist. You’ll hear some solidarity between musicians and some blues from Billie Holiday and heart melting harp. There’s a short essay on Basho, the master haiku poet, and some real life sounds from Kibbutz Nir Oz.

Hope you enjoy the show

Spirit Plants Radio Dj Judih Playlist:
Weekend of 9.26-27.2020

  1. George Harrison – All Things Must Pass
  2. Judih Haggai – Poetry – Jellicle Literary Guild – 15.December.2012
  3. Linda Ronstadt – Blue Bayou
  4. Judih Haggai – Poetry – Jellicle Literary Guild – 27.April.2013
  5. Traveling Wilburys – End of the Line
  6. Judih Haggai – Poetry – Jellicle Literary Guild – 29.June.2013
  7. 2CELLOS – They Don’t Care About Us
  8. Judih Haggai – Poetry – Jellicle Literary Guild – 26.October.2013
  9. Judih and Chuquai Billy – Sit (f)ar Sitar, Poetry by Judih
  10. Judih Haggai – Poetry – Jellicle Literary Guild – 28.December.2013
  11. Claude Debussy – Clair de Lune (on harp) – Performed by Héloïse de Jenlis
  12. Judih Haggai – Poetry – Jellicle Literary Guild – 26.April.2014
  13. Marvin Gaye – What’s Going On
  14. Judih Haggai – Poetry – Jellicle Literary Guild – 05.July.2014
  15. Bob Dylan, Roger McGuinn, Tom Petty, Neil Young, Eric Clapton and George Harrison – My Back Pages
  16. Judih Haggai – Poetry – Jellicle Literary Guild – 01.November.2014
  17. Billie Holiday – Willow Weep For Me (Live at The Newport Jazz Festival, 1957)
  18. Judih Haggai – Poetry – Jellicle Literary Guild – 27.December.2014
  19. Makor Haim – Acceptance

Weekend DJ Schedule

On the Radio! tune in to Spirit World Restless

Poet Speaks Out on the radio!

Listen to Judih on Spiritplants Radio

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Spirit World Restless #2, my second show, is a conversation with Raymond Soulard, Jr, host of SpiritPlants radio.

We talk a little about how I got to a kibbutz in Israel, how art influences my writing and associations linked to all that.  

This is a conversation from back in 2011, but still relevant. 

Click in – have a listen and feel free to respond on this blog.

On Air: 

Saturday Aug 24 7:30 pm ET

Sunday Aug 25 7:30 a.m. ET

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http://www.spiritplantsradio.com/shows.html#DJJudih

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Martina Newberry, new work

When life seems to offer its most unpoetic, its agonies and travesties, a good dose of Martina Newberry smooths and soothes.

Martina was filmed by Brian Newberry as she reads four of her newest pieces. Take a listen, and get ready to read her in the new Cenacle, about to be published. I’ll post the link when it’s official.

“Until Sleep Pulls Us Under”

 

 

Poet as Hermit

It’s not because I’m not thinking of you. It’s more because all of the poets I want to interview are not speaking.

So, to offer something up during this interlude, this:

poet as hermit 

cobwebs cement hinges of doors unopened
poet as hermit
etched by etchings
pencil stubs sub for friendship
no reason to mend torn gloves
sockless in sobriety
all thought golden
left unsaid
audio recordings track upon track
symphonies of voices
fly under radar
treasure troves gone with a click of ‘delete’
no one the wiser
but poet, the hermit,
snickers at elusive human attachment
from birth to death
all looks, aloof, alleviated by sleep
a latched door away
until stretchers slide silently
into unmarked graves

note: i wrote this on June 18th, but it takes on new force with the death of Amy Winehouse

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july 30, 2011

David Jones – 2 spoken word pieces

David Jones as remedy.

David Jones

Some male voices participate in my immediate environment. There’s the neighbour who once more is yelling at his kids for whatever reason. He’s got a voice that needs no mic, and manages to infiltrate my space.

There’s the google OS guru who speaks of the new operating system that i might try

There’s the doctor who speaks of female genitalia as if they were hamburgers.

Remedy!

David Jones.

Here are two links: Why I don’t write

and

I’m a man

listen! Be cured! Now!

 

After Reading “What We Can’t Forgive” by Martina Newberry

What We Can’t Forgive, Martina Newberry

After reading What We Can’t Forgive, i find myself deeply emerged in swamplands of feelings. The connections made in poetry are often connections that work faster than words have a right to do. And here i am, after reading, and quite helpless to ignore music that happens to seep into my soundscape, or even dismiss the fact that it, too, is eerily in key with the poems I’ve just read.

What I Can’t Forgive is, you see, written by Martina Newberry, and if you know her work, there’s no real reason for me to elaborate. But if you haven’t read her, then maybe i should mention that she pulls traditional associations and re-wires them to new brain cells and body pulses. New synapses at work. And new synapses have huge quantities of energy that all seem to resonate at once.

Maybe here’s a good place to post one of her pieces. Like this one for example, At Night

AT NIGHT

All day,

I thought of the city,

of freeways and

overpasses and

tunnels long enough

that you might be afraid

there is no end to them.

When late afternoon came,

it came with

a  pissy attitude and

solar temper.

I closed my eyes

tight like gritted teeth.

Every night we are

newly dead and

every morning, newly born.

That alone should make me happy, but it doesn’t.

What does?

The thought of my good bed,

My dreams of concrete clouds,

Air that smells like old clothes,

The eccentric lamplight on sputtering streets,

The ominous openings of alleys.

Now it’s late.

My neighbor’s vodka

has numbed my tongue

but not my heart

which is holding a grudge.

Perhaps I should meditate.

Or take drugs.

The choice between Shiva and Seroquel

is not always a wise one.

Tonight may be one of those nights

when sleep is a joke I tell myself.

Tonight may be one of those nights

when holding on

to the mattress

is as close as I’ll ever get

to Nirvana.

“When late afternoon came, it came with a pissy attitude…” – you know what that is. Don’t we all know that pissy attitude that shows up, uninvited, and if we’re good hosts, we let it stay.

So, that’s my mind, right now – lost to focus on anything else but What We Can’t Forgive, Martina Newberry. Here it is on amazon.

And now i’m off to investigate this late afternoon and how attitudes come and go.