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Lili Anel:

Pete Seeger last night at #ows

With Tom Chapin, Guy Davis, Arlo Guthrie and David Amram:


Francine Prose:

As far as I can understand it myself, here’s why I burst into tears at the Occupy Wall Street camp. I was moved, first of all, by what everyone notices first: the variety of people involved, the range of ages, races, classes, colors, cultures. In other words, the 99 per cent. I saw conversations taking place between people and groups of people whom I’ve never seen talking with such openness and sympathy in all the years (which is to say, my entire life) I’ve spent in New York: grannies talking to goths, a biker with piercings and tattoos talking to a woman in a Hermes scarf. I was struck by how well-organized everything was, and, despite the charge of “vagueness” one keeps reading in the mainstream media, by the clarity—clarity of purpose, clarity of intention, clarity of method, clarity of understanding of the most basic social and economic realities.

I kept thinking about how, since this movement started, I’ve been waking up in the morning without the dread (or at least without the total dread) with which I’ve woken every morning for so long, the vertiginous sense that we’re all falling off a cliff and no one (or almost no one) is saying anything about it. In Zuccotti Park I felt a kind of lightening of a weight, a lessening of the awful isolation and powerlessness of knowing we’re being lied to and robbed on a daily basis and that everyone knows it and keeps quiet and endures it; the terror of thinking that my own grandchildren will suffer for whatever has been paralyzing us until just now. I kept feeling these intense surges of emotion—until I saw a placard with a quote from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself: “I am large, I contain multitudes.” And that was when I just lost it and stood there and wept.

This one goes out to just about all of my exes! Taj Mahal:

Grits ain’t groceries

Little Milton:

Mr. Banker

Here’s some Occupy music from Lynyrd Skynyrd:

The end of the world

When I was a kid, I thought this was the saddest thing I’d ever heard. It still makes me feel that way! Skeeter Davis:

Autumn leaves

For Chris. Chet Baker:

Law and disorder in Philadelphia

Part 1 of a BBC doumentary about the drug trade. Most of this takes place within a few miles of my house:

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.

Waiting for a train

On his remarkable debut album, Boz covers Jimmie Rodgers with a little help from Duane Allman:

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