from a guy named Casey Petersen, new reviewer on MN. reads

[Joseph Tracy]

On Mar 4, 2010, at 6:32 AM, Monte Davis wrote:

> Joseph Tracy mentions:
>
>> Robin Williamson... things I really like running through my head...
>
> Small waves and thunder be thy pillow, then. In this small world, I  
> was
> listening to the first 3 ISB just yesterday. Off-key and fey and  
> precious as
> they could be, they kept tapping into folk-Arthurian and folk-Blakean
> phrases and images of real power.
>
>

Thanks Monte ,
  May you outrun the gusty wind that shakes the grasses. What Robin  
and the ISB does is too often squeezed out of our world where false  
balance sheets and numbers are reckoned real while the cricket  
singing stone is forgot.
Joseph

There Is A Music

There is a music that will melt blood and bone
There is a flood that will wash away the rock of the mind
I have heard it hinted as the wind blew through an herbal portal
I have heard it hissing on the waves of a self-created sea
I have dreamed it in moments of sorrow and hours of joy
I have remembered it in the visions of the lost children of the  
slender air
It creaks in the hinges of forgotten doorways
It is played on the harp-haired gods by the fingers of tomorrow
It is held in the ace-flashing hearts of the seeming silent stones
It is cradled, precious, in the water of every blue-bellied lake
Played always, played always, but we hardly hear it
Lost in the pursuit of that which has already snared us
This music, this music
It kills the scaly shell; it blinds the shadow
It is to be found in the stretching out of a hand
Or in the opening of an eye

  Robin Williamson