may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


This plain pub of oaken beams and stout construction was built in 1476
years before Columbus discovered America-a century before
the Greensleeves played by Anchovy on classical guitar tonight
In fact,before this form of classical guitar became standard
So when the stage is cleared for original poetry and music
evocations of previous incarnations became as close as beer
Men with beards still stood at the bar .Conversations still rose
with laughter and camariderie in the night-but the fact that 
the huge square gas lamp outside was now electric-and the lead lined windows
had thick panes of original glass-also tinted the starlit night
Tiny toilets and hidden gardens where sun has played with snow and rain
made this sanctuary more than history.We were playing to more than those assembled
Ghosts and shadows of past drinkers,thinkers,players,singers
gathered around,surrounding fact,they outnumbered us
The weight of ages,of histories sunken in oak and daub
awaits those next waves of sounds,incorporating all
within the slim thin mobile phones of texters and callers

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