Day 29: So it's to youth I sing you this story, and it's of youth I sing it now

Venus
by Federico Garcia Lorca

Ábrete, sésamo
del día.
Ciérrate, sésamo
de la noche.


Venus
by Federico Garcia Lorca

Open sesame
by day.
Shut sesame
at night.

Day 27: It's all gotta be non stop ad libbing within each chorus, or the gig is shot.

"...The words are only one word the perfect
word--
My body my alcohol my pain my death are only
the perfect word as I
Tell it to you, poor sweet categorizers
Listen
Every me I was & wrote
were only & all (gently)
That one perfect word"
-excerpt from the poem, "Jack Would Speak through the Imperfect Medium of Alice"by Alice Notley