Thursday, January 22, 2015

Evanston: a composition; an(other) interview; a medal

        Last year Brian Cockburn, a composer, wrote asking if he could set some of my poems to music.  Naturally I gave him permission.
        The first, ‘Leaves of Men of Leaves’, was performed last month by the men’s chorus at James Madison University and a recording has just become available online.
        If you want the words, they can be found on the poems page.
        Some of you may recall a journal post headed, ‘The Thing I Can’t Do.’  Of course there are many, but the one I can’t that I most wish I could is be a musician; so hearing my words put to beautiful music is an unparalleled pleasure.
        I’ve downloaded the track and have it in iTunes.
  I look forward to playing it on GANNET in mid-ocean.  And, as I told Brian, if I am ever off Cape Horn again, it will be heard there, too.
        In time two more compositions based on “Die Alone Jean Gau” (first line) and “departure” will follow.


        If you have not already had a surfeit, there is yet another Webb Chiles interview online.  This one at Limitless Pursuits.
        I don’t know that I have said anything new here, but it is well presented and I find my responses cogent.  I am pleased to be included on a site whose target audience is, I expect, slightly younger than I. 
        Interesting, to me at least, is that at the time of the interview last October, my rotator cuff was torn but I did not know it.
        I did not choose the 1979 photograph of me Tom Burrington used.   I told him he could take anything from this site he wished.  Sex sells.  And certainly I was sexier thirty years ago than I am now.

        Me.  Me.  Me.  An orgy of self-promotion.  Reminiscent of Norman Mailer’s ADVERTISEMENTS FOR MYSELF.  I apologize.  Even though the full name of this site is self-portrait in the present sea this is wretched excess.  
        I’ll stop with the announcement that for our crossing the Pacific Ocean GANNET and I have been awarded the Ocean Cruising Club Jester Medal.   For non-sailors, the medal is named after a famous small sailboat not a court clown, though I may be that, too.