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RIP Gil Scott-Heron

Saturday, May 28, 2011 0 comments
Musician Gil Scott-Heron (#Gil Scott-Heron), who helped lay the groundwork for rap by fusing minimalistic percussion, political expression and spoken-word poetry, is gone. He was 62, still young by 2011 standards.
Gil Scott-Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised - youtube.com
3 min - Pieces of a Man (1971)
Also watch on: Dailymotion - dailymotion.virgilio.it - WAT TV

  1. Gil Scott-Heron

    Official website for I'm New Here by Gil Scott-Heron.
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  2. Gil Scott-Heron - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    Gil Scott-Heron (April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011) was an American poet, musician,
    and author known primarily for his late 1970s and early 1980s work as a ...
    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gil_Scott-Heron
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Poetry on the Loose ::: Paul Clemente

Thursday, March 31, 2011 0 comments
Hudson Valley poet Paul Clemente will read his work at the next program in the Poetry on the Loose Reading/Performance Series. The event will be held in the rear room behind the Utopian Directions bookstore at 7 West Street in Warwick at 4:00 p.m. on April 2. Following the feature, others are welcome to read original work. Admission is free.

Clemente is known not only as an original and compelling poet, but as the producer of the Read for Food Series that raises money for local food pantries. He locates himself in the region’s time-line as “young enough to have missed Woodstock and old enough to remember the mothballed WWII fleet that was moored for years in the Hudson River’s mountainous Haverstraw Bay.” Professionally, Clemente is a scientist with the DEC.
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#Egypt #Jan25 MUSINGS from the GREEN NOTEBOOK : Excerpt 1 - Poem 4 #Egypt

Sunday, February 6, 2011 0 comments
The Dancing Bear sat upon a hill
telling all who chanced to listen
of his personal conquest thrill,

The rusted hinges
on the door of the fortress
that is his heart, cannot be moved.

Ancient Kings no longer rest
their spirits having been summoned
souls floating upon the River Time.

Thousands pushing forward,
millions waiting to follow
no one can explain the crowd.

What does he hold in his hand
that I cannot in mine?
His reign is sinking in the sand.

The Tablets of Law lie open,
the trial being unfurled and
life will review soon if not already.

In case you missed the nightly news,
you're only young awhile and when you
realize you're old -
too late to change your style.

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