Without the quest, there can be no epiphany. ―
A great epiphany: I found out that I’m totally confused and I’m good with that. I’m consistently inconsistent. I’m all of the above. I’m OK. I’m a work in progress.— Ronnie Dunn
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world. — John MiltonIn retrospect, I would have to recommend against epiphanies. They are difficult on an emotional level, and they also sometimes move you to foolish and inopportune acts … ―
SONGS about EPIPHANY:
- Epiphany by Taylor Swift (pop): https://youtu.be/DUnDkI7l9LQ
- Dancing in the Light by Entrain (world music): https://youtu.be/ZGR_5CQNwj4
- Love’s Dance by Earth, Wind & Fire (rock): https://youtu.be/1UUn7evCXDY
- Illumination by Anuna (celtic): https://youtu.be/Fs2sSf_rsGI
- Aha Moment from Tangled (Disney musical): https://youtu.be/I2Big6V1_eY
- Shining Light by Annie Lennox (rock): https://youtu.be/OfJeQDkz4JU
- Epiphany (Love Yourself) by BTS (Korean pop):
- Carol of the Epiphany by John Bell / Iona Community (Christian): https://youtu.be/mZsrQzYCXqg
- As With Gladness Men of Old by Metropolitan Tabernacle, London (Christian): https://youtu.be/6UzYlhF4ffw
- Epiphany by Staind (hard ock): https://youtu.be/5bobskjQwWI
BLESSING — Pastor Dawn
Fear not, dear ones.
For you are children of God.
The treasure you seek to give
lies not in the heavens,
but here, deep inside.
Open yourselves up
and give the world
the treasures creation needs.
You are the light of the world.
Shine! Shine! Shine!
Let the Light of Christ
the Love of God,
and the power of the Holy Spirit
shine forth in you!
POEM — Marianne Williamson
What holds us back in our lives is our fear.
And sometimes when you take a very close look
you find out that your fears
aren’t exactly what you thought they were.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves,
who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened
about shrinking so that other people
won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
So it’s holy work to move past your own fear.
It doesn’t just help you.
It helps the world.
WISE WOMAN ALSO CAME — Jan Richardson
Wise women also came.
The fire burned in their wombs long before
they saw the flaming star in the sky.
They walked in shadows, trusting the path
would open under the light of the moon.
Wise women also came,
seeking no directions,
no permission from any king.
They came by their own authority,
their own desire, their own longing.
They came in quiet,
spreading no rumors,
sparking no fears to lead to innocents’ slaughter,
to their sister Rachel’s inconsolable lamentations.
Wise women also came,
and they brought useful gifts:
water for labor’s washing,
fire for warm illumination,
a blanket for swaddling.
Wise women also came,
at least three of them,
holding Mary in the labor,
crying out with her in the birth pangs,
breathing ancient blessings into her ear.
Wise women also came, and they went,
as wise women always do,
home a different way.
HREE WISE ONES — attributed to Paul Curtis
The three wise men
Travelled for days before reaching Bethlehem
And arrived after the birth
They stood and viewed the scene in awe
And knelt reverently in the lords presence
Then gave their gifts of Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh
The three wise women
Would have stopped to ask directions
And arrived before the birth
They would have delivered the baby
Then they would have cleaned the stable and cooked a meal
Before giving the baby really useful gifts
BC:AD — UA Fanthorpe
This was the moment when Before
turned into After, and the future’s
uninvented timekeepers presented arms.
This was the moment when nothing
happened. Only dull peace
sprawled boringly over the earth.
This was the moment when even energetic Romans
could find nothing better to do
than counting heads in remote provinces.
And this was the moment
when a few farm workers and three
members of an obscure Persian sect
walked haphazard by starlight straight
into the kingdom of heaven.
JOURNEY of the MAGI — T. S. Eliot
“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.”
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
Three Kings Cake (Rosca de Reyes) – Recipe by Susan Reid
Three Kings Cake (or bread), also known as Rosca de Reyes, is closely allied with the traditions around the Epiphany (January 6th). The tender, enriched dough is shaped like a wreath and filled with cinnamon, nuts, dried fruit, and citrus zest, evoking classic holiday aromas and flavors. Tradition states this bread be served, garnished with “jewels” (candied fruits and more nuts). Usually, a small clay or porcelain doll is baked inside — whoever finds the doll must give a party on Candlemas (February 2nd).
- 2/3 cup (152g) milk
- 6 tablespoons (85g) unsalted butter, cold
- 1/3 cup (67g) granulated sugar
- 1/2 teaspoon table salt
- 2 large eggs, at room temperature
- 2 teaspoons instant yeast
- 3 1/4 cups (390g) King Arthur Unbleached All-Purpose Flour (substitute their 1-to-1 gluten free flour for gluten free variation)
- 2 tablespoons (28g) butter, melted
- 2 tablespoons (25g) granulated sugar
- 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
- 1/2 cup (57g) chopped nuts
- 3/4 cup (90g) King Arthur Fruitcake Fruit Blend, or dried mixed fruits
- 1 tablespoon (14g) lemon zest (grated rind), orange zest (grated rind), or lime zest (grated rind)*
*Substitute with 1/4 teaspoon Fiori di Sicilia.
- candied red cherries and/or candied orange peel
- almonds, pecans, cashews, or walnuts, toasted and sliced
- To make the dough: Heat the milk to a simmer in a small saucepan or at medium power in your microwave. Pour the hot milk over the butter, sugar, and salt, and stir occasionally until the butter melts. Cool the mixture to lukewarm.
- In a mixing bowl combine the milk mixture, eggs, and yeast. Weigh your flour; or measure it by gently spooning it into a cup, then sweeping off any excess. Add the flour 1 cup at a time, mixing and kneading — by hand, bread machine, or stand mixer — until a soft, smooth dough forms. You can also use your bread machine, set on the dough cycle, for this step
- Place the dough in a greased container, cover it, and set it in a draft-free place to rise until doubled (about 1 to 1 1/2 hours). Or let your bread machine complete the dough cycle.
- After the first rise, deflate the dough, cover, and let it rest for 10 minutes. Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface; roll into a 20″ x 12″ rectangle.
- For the filling: Brush the surface of the dough with the melted butter, leaving a 1/2″ border bare along one of the long edges. Combine the sugar and cinnamon in a small bowl. Add the nuts, mixed fruits and zest, and stir to coat. Sprinkle this mixture evenly over the buttered section dough.
- To assemble: Roll up the dough cinnamon-roll-style, working toward the edge with no filling on it. Pinch the seam together to seal it firmly, then bring the ends together to form a ring. Grease the outside of a small bowl or ramekin and put it on a lightly greased or parchment-lined baking sheet. Place the ring, seam-side down, around the bowl. Pinch together the seam again where the two ends meet to ensure the ring is sealed.
- Flatten the ring slightly, and using a pair of scissors, make cuts in the dough at 1 1/2″ intervals around the outside edge. Hide a doll, candy, or blanched almond inside the bread. (Whoever finds it is the winner!) You can place strips of candied orange peel in the cuts to create the look in the photo at the top of the recipe. Cover with greased plastic wrap and let rise until nearly doubled (about 30 to 40 minutes).
- To bake: Once the dough is shaped and is rising for the second time, preheat the oven to 350°F. When the dough is risen, remove the plastic wrap, and brush the top with the egg wash. Place the candied cherries (cut in half) in the spaces between the slits in the dough, and decorate with nuts as desired.
- Bake the bread for 25 to 30 minutes, covering the loaf loosely with foil after the first 15 minutes, as it will brown quickly. Remove the bread from the oven when the inner parts of the slits look cooked and the interior measures 190°F when measured with an instant-read thermometer. Cool the bread on a rack before slicing and serving.
Tips from Bakers
- If you don’t have a little doll to hide inside the bread, put a whole blanched almond inside with the filling, before you roll the bread up.
- If you want to use the glaze pictured in the accompanying blog post, combine 1 tablespoon of sugar with 2 teaspoons of water and 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla extract. Stir to combine, then drizzle over the bread for the last 20 minutes of the baking time.
THREE KINGS DAY
Epiphany, also known as “Theophany” in Eastern Christian tradition, is a Christian feast day commemorating the visit of the Magi, the baptism of Jesus, and the wedding at Cana. In Western Christianity, the feast commemorates principally (but not solely) the visit of the Magi to the Christ Child, and thus Jesus Christ’s physical manifestation to the Gentiles. It is sometimes called Three Kings’ Day, and in some traditions celebrated as Little Christmas. — wikipedia.com
There’s also a wonderful tradition, rooted in Ireland, of celebrating Epiphany as Women’s Christmas. — Jan Richardson
At the end of the Twelve Days of Christmas comes a day called the Epiphany, or Three Kings Day. This holiday is celebrated as the day the three wise men first saw baby Jesus and brought him gifts. On this day in Spain, many children get their Christmas presents. In Puerto Rico, before children go to sleep on January 5, they leave a box with hay under their beds so the kings will leave good presents. In France, a delicious “kings’ cake” known as la galette des rois is baked. Bakers hide a coin, jewel, or little toy inside it. — National Geographic Kids
Most Americans or people from English-speaking countries might be familiar with Three Kings’ Day, also known as the Epiphany. This is especially true if you were raised Christian (and doubly true if you were raised Catholic). … [in other countries] that day is known as Día de Los Reyes and is celebrated on January 6. Just like Three Kings’ Day, Día de Los Reyes is meant to honor the Three Wise Men or Magi who came to bring baby Jesus gifts after his birth.
The holiday coincides with the feast day of the Epiphany and both represent the day the Three Wise Men—Los Tres Reyes Magos— gave gifts to Jesus Christ. Día de Los Reyes closes out the Christmas festivities … January 6th is 12 days after Christmas. With that said, Día de Los Reyes also includes more gift giving … Before Santa Claus became such a massive figure in the Westernized version of Christmas, the Three Wise Men were actually the ones who brought gifts during Christmas … Now, because of how pervasive American traditions are, particularly with Christmas, that’s not entirely the case in more modern or urban parts of Mexico …
Christmas might be over, but it doesn’t mean the gift-giving (and receiving) is. As stated above, children in Latin America and Spain receive the majority of their gifts from the Three Kings rather than from Santa Claus at Christmastime.
Because this holiday revolves around Jesus and his birth (you know: how there was no room at the inn for Mary and she had to deliver him in a stable), Nativity scenes are everywhere for Día de los Reyes. There also might be parades on Día de Los Reyes, depending where you are. Reyes festivities are celebrated in a variety of ways across the globe a …
How to celebrate Three Kings’ Day … Since the foundational aspect of this holiday is a very religious one, people often attend church on Día de Los Reyes. But outside of that, here are a few other traditions … partake in on this special feast day.
Kids can leave their shoes out for more gifts the night before Just like how kids leave out their shoes for St. Nicholas Day in December, kids in Mexico often leave out their shoes for goodies on January 5. Remember: kids in [some countries] think of their gifts coming from the Three Magi as opposed to Santa, so this makes a ton of sense. Before going to bed, the children place their old shoes with a wish list on top for the Three Kings. In the morning, the shoes are filled with toys, candy and gifts from the Three Kings ..
Eat Rosca de Reyes. … Rosca de Reyes is the … equivalent of a Three Kings’ cake and has a similar tradition of finding a tiny baby in it too. … And remember: The custom is that whoever finds the doll [or almond] must host a party on Dia de la Candelaria (also known as Candlemas Day in English-speaking countries) on February 2nd.
Give gifts. Again, Día de Los Reyes is the big gift-giving day during Christmastime for Mexicans. Just like how the Three Wise Men brought baby Jesus gold, frankincense and myrrh, Los Tres Reyes are thought to bring children their gifts on Día de Los Reyes, too.
Have a traditional Día de los Reyes dinner. And what better way to end a holiday than with a traditional family dinner together? Just like how many people have a Christmas Day dinner or Christmas roast… So there you have it. A look at the traditions in Mexico and Mexican households for Día de Los Reyes. Everyone has their own way of celebrating, though, and it’s fun to see the different variations. — https://parade.com/248853/yvettemarquez/what-is-dia-de-los-reyes-three-kings-day-and-how-do-you-celebrate-it/
EPIPHANY GIFTS & REFLECTIONS
Today is Epiphany, the day which commemorates the event described by the carol “We Three Kings of Orient Are” when gentile wisemen visited the child Jesus. Yet they weren’t kings, they weren’t from the Far East (as Orient formerly meant), and it’s unlikely there were three of them.
There were, however, three gifts… The gifts symbolize Jesus’ mission. Gold represents His role as King. Frankincense, mixed with the incense burned in the sanctuary, speaks of His deity. Myrrh, used to embalm dead bodies, gives us pause… We wouldn’t write such a scene into the story, but God did. Jesus’ death is central to our salvation. Herod even attempted to kill Jesus while He was yet a child.— Our Daily Bread, shared by Ginger Perkins
… The Epiphany story is a collage of all the sources of revelation that the Church has scorned in its long history, all the things that we have come to fear, or see as heretical: non-Christians, leading the way to Christ, aided by divination and astrology. Interpretation of natural phenomena. Dream analysis! And yet God shamelessly uses all of these suspicious strategies to point toward this extraordinary thing she’s doing: joining heaven and earth, coming to live among us in a human body.
Despite our best efforts to describe and contain the divine, our God cannot and will not be put in a box. The story of Epiphany is a beautiful testament to the ways in which God transcends all human categories and constantly disrupts our expectations of where, how, and to whom God will appear. God is an opportunist, who will use any tools at her disposal to draw us back to her love, from tiny humans in mismatched pageant costumes to stargazing Persian magicians. So what unexpected means is God using to speak grace to you? What unexpected road might you take to reach the Christ Child? This Epiphany, may the God who spoke through strangers, stars, and dreams open our eyes and our hearts to the wildness of God’s love. — Kristin Saylor (full article)
This is the homely heart of Incarnation, this meeting of God in man with men and women, this simple face of divine graciousness in ordinary life rather than in the hymns of church fathers or in the dry elaborations of theologians. ― Eugene Kennedy
They were Magi, as in magicians, and not the cute kind you hire for your kid’s birthday party. More likely, they were opportunistic, pagan, soothsaying, tarot-card-reading astrologers. Yet history made them out to be kings, maybe because the reality that they were magicians is too distasteful, since no one really wants the weird fortune-teller lady from the circus with her scarves and crystal balls to be the first to discover the birth of our Lord. — Nadia Bolz-Weber
To call the Magi ‘kings’ was to recognise in the Epiphany a fulfilment of Isaiah’s vision: And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising… they shall bring gold and incense. [Isaiah 60:3, 6] This recognises that the Magi represented the culture, prestige, and power of a pagan kingdom. Their act of adoration, therefore, represented the homage of kings to Israel’s King. — laudable practuce blo
There is no figure more common in scripture, and none more beautiful, than that by which Christ is likened unto light. Incomprehensible in its nature, itself the first visible, and that by which all things are seen, light represents to us Christ. Whose generation none can declare, but Who must shine upon us ere we can know aught aright, whether of things Divine or human. — Herman Melville
The whole life of Christ was a continual Passion; others die martyrs but Christ was born a martyr. He found a Golgotha even in Bethlehem, where he was born; for to his tenderness then the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after, and the manger as uneasy at first as his cross at last. His birth and his death were but one continual act, and his Christmas day and his Good Friday are but the evening and morning of one and the same day. And as even his birth is his death, so every action and passage that manifests Christ to us is his birth, for Epiphany is manifestation. — John Donne
EPIPHANY as “AH-HAH!” MOMENT: COMMENTARY
I cannot be awake, for nothing looks to me as it did before, or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep. ― Walt Whitman
An epiphany enables you to sense creation not as something completed, but as constantly becoming, evolving, ascending. This transports you from a place where there is nothing new to a place where there is nothing old, where everything renews itself, where heaven and earth rejoice as at the moment of creation. — Abraham Isaac Kook
Small things start us in new ways of thinking. ― V.S. Naipaul
Every life led to a series of quiet epiphanies – or at least to opportunities for epiphanies … The kindnesses … done for others. The love … given. The things they … come to understand in their hearts. ― Dean Koontz
All art is a gift. It is first of all a gift that the maker can do it. It is then a gift to someone else, whether they pay for it or not. The wonder of it is that we cannot get the production of these gifts stopped. Art is life seeking itself. It is our intractable expressions of love for the beauties, ideas and epiphanies we regularly find. I framed the painting. It’s now hanging in our den. “I have walked this earth for 30 years, and, out of gratitude, want to leave some souvenir. — Vincent Van Gogh
It had come to me not in a sudden epiphany but with a gradual sureness, a sense of meaning like a sense of place. When you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back; the more one comes to know them, the more one seeds them with the invisible crop of memories and associations that will be waiting for you when you come back, while new places offer up new thoughts, new possibilities. Exploring the world is one of the best ways of exploring the mind, and walking travels both terrains. — Rebecca Solnit
Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often–he searched for a simile, found one in his work–torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people’s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought? ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Those times in life when a mask falls away and everything makes sense, even if just for a moment, you pay attention. ― Heather Durham
One way is just to think, for instance, of biodiversity. The extraordinary thing we now know, thanks to Crick and Watson’s discovery of DNA and the decoding of the human and other genomes, is that all life, everything, all the three million species of life and plant life—all have the same source. We all come from a single source. Everything that lives has its genetic code written in the same alphabet. Unity creates diversity. So don’t think of one God, one truth, one way. Think of one God creating this extraordinary number of ways, the 6,800 languages that are actually spoken. Don’t think there’s only one language within which we can speak to God. The Bible is saying to us the whole time: Don’t think that God is as simple as you are. He’s in places you would never expect him to be. And you know, we lose a bit of that in English translation. When Moses at the burning bush says to God, “Who are you?” God says to him three words: “Hayah asher hayah.” Those words are mistranslated in English as “I am that which I am.” But in Hebrew, it means “I will be who or how or where I will be,” meaning, Don’t think you can predict me. I am a God who is going to surprise you. One of the ways God surprises us is by letting a Jew or a Christian discover the trace of God’s presence in a Buddhist monk or a Sikh tradition of hospitality or the graciousness of Hindu life. Don’t think we can confine God into our categories. God is bigger than religion. — Jonathan Sacks
If you look throughout human history … the central epiphany of every religious tradition always occurs in the wilderness. — John F. Kennedy
For Those Who Have Far to Travel
An Epiphany Blessing — Jan Richardson
If you could see
the journey whole,
you might never
might never dare
the first step
that propels you
from the place
you have known
toward the place
you know not.
one of the mercies
of the road:
that we see it
only by stages
as it opens
as it comes into
There is nothing
but to go,
and by our going
take the vows
the pilgrim takes:
to be faithful to
the next step;
to rely on more
than the map;
to heed the signposts
of intuition and dream;
to follow the star
that only you
to keep an open eye
for the wonders that
attend the path;
to press on
beyond what would
from the way.
There are vows
that only you
the secret promises
for your particular path
and the new ones
you will need to make
when the road
you could not
Keep them, break them,
make them again;
each promise becomes
part of the path,
each choice creates
that will take you
to the place
where at last
you will kneel
to offer the gift
the gift that only you
before turning to go
Stamina is the force that drives the drumming; it’s not really a sprint. – Neil Peart
Drums all have their own particulars – each drum has a place where they sound the best – where they ring out and resonate the best, and the head surface isn’t too loose or too tight, mainly so you get a good rebound off of the head. — Chad Smith
SONGS about DRUMMERS:
- Little Drummer Boy performed by Pentattonix (acapella): https://youtu.be/qJ_MGWio-vc
- Distant Drums by Roy Orbison (R&B): https://youtu.be/xTdNHaf4K5I
- Let There Be Drums by Sandy Nelson (R&B): https://youtu.be/zC9okWm8A6o
- Feng Yang Flower Drum by Silk Road Music (Chinese folk): https://youtu.be/vKezqI4iaTk
- Different Drum by Stone Poneys (rock): https://youtu.be/w9qsDgA1q8Y
- Funky Drummer by James Brown (R&B): https://youtu.be/AoQ4AtsFWVM
- Heartbeat Like a Drum by Flock of Seagulls (rock): https://youtu.be/8xsc5E4E0Kk
- When a Drum Beats by Big Country (country): https://youtu.be/1WmJk2lT4Oc
- Bang on the Drum All Day by Todd Rundgren (rock): https://youtu.be/7Uc0hjUzWlg
- Land of a Million Drums by OutKast (hiphop) – caution:: explicit): https://youtu.be/vMED7GERpeQ
- Don’t Bang the Drum by Waterboys (R&B): https://youtu.be/GMe3jdhXA3E
- Drum So-Low! by Buck Owens & His Buckaroos (country): https://youtu.be/x0Tk8EukYx0
- Drum Song by Earth, Wind & Fire (R&B): https://youtu.be/a5doRGU5N3s
- Me and My Drum by Swingfly (rap): https://youtu.be/lIq5WvNxKvo
- Beat a Drum by R.E.M. (rock): https://youtu.be/h0HyGn41UY0
CONTEXT of the TWELVE DAYS
Today is the Twelfth Day of Christmas, 5 January. We have reached the end of the Christmas festival, and tomorrow we celebrate the Epiphany.
The Twelfth Night parties in the middle ages could be quite rowdy. It was the Feast of Fools in which the order of the world was turned upside down, with fools reigning as kings and people taking on roles that were contrary to their true character. Shakespeare used this night as the setting for his play, Twelfth Night, in which he gives us a picture of such a topsy-turvy world as Viola masquerades as a man, people fall in love across class lines, and the lowly indulge in ridiculous delusions of grandeur.
It would be foolhardy to deny the Christian significance of all this. By the time the Wise Men arrive in Bethlehem, the Holy Family is living in neither a stable nor in an inn, but in a house. They find the King they have been searching for, but he is not living in a palace. The mediaeval Feast of Fools reminds us that Christmas celebrates nothing less than a world turned upside down in which God becomes man in order that man might become divine.
The Twelfth Day of Christmas is 5 January, and our celebrations of Christmas traditionally end tonight, on the Twelfth Night, which is then followed by the Feast of the Epiphany on 6 January. The Twelve Days of Christmas are a festive period linking together these two Great Feasts of the Nativity and Theophany, so that one celebration leads into another.— Patrick Comerford
VALUE of TWELVE GIFTS —PNC
Prices in the service economy also jumped in 2022, reflected in the cost of the performance-based gifts at the back half of True Love’s shopping list. Wage and labor cost growth drove prices higher for the Nine Ladies Dancing ($8,308.12), Eleven Pipers Piping ($3,021.40) and Twelve Drummers Drumming ($3,266.93.) The Ten Lords-a-Leaping – priced on the cost of hiring a ballet company – grew an astounding 24 percent year over year to $13,980, supplanting the swans as the most expensive single gift in the index. — PNC, full article: https://www.pnc.com/insights/our-commitments/customers/pnc-s-christmas-price-index–soars-for-true-loves.html
Some historians think the song could be French in origin, but most agree it was designed as a “memory and forfeits” game, in which singers tested their recall of the lyrics and had to award their opponents a “forfeit” — a kiss or a favor of some kind — if they made a mistake. — vox.com, full article: https://www.vox.com/21796404/12-days-of-christmas-explained
Twelve Drummers — The Newman Center at Keene State College
The twelve drummers drumming stand for the twelve doctrinal points of the Apostles’ Creed, which are:
1. I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth.
2. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord.
3. He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary.
4. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried.
5. He descended into hell. On the third day he rose again.
6. He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of God the Father Almighty.
7. He will come again to judge the living and the dead.
8. I believe in the Holy Spirit,
9. the holy catholic Church, the communion of saints,
10. the forgiveness of sins,
11. the resurrection of the body,
12. and the life everlasting.
Beat! Beat! Drums! — Walt Whitman
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying,
Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride,
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,
So fierce you whirr and pound you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets;
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,
No bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—would they continue?
Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?
Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow.
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Make no parley—stop for no expostulation,
Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,
Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties,
Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,
So strong you thump O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.
The Drum Major of the Freedom Parade — Margaret Burroughs
(For all children who wondered about the tragic event of April 4, 1968 at Memphis.)
My children, my children, remember the day
When the Drum Major of Freedom’s parade went away.
Stop crying now little children and listen
And you will know for the future what really did happen.
You will know why your father was solemn and grim
And why mother’s eyes were wet at the rim.
You will know why the flags flew at half mast
And why all the buildings were shut tight and fast.
The Drum Major was down in Memphis that day
Helping the workers to win a raise in pay
When an evil assassin’s bullet
Snuffed his bright young life away.
That’s why we were all so saddened that day
When the life of the Drum Major was taken away.
Who will come forward to stand in his stead?
Who’ll be the Drum Major in the Freedom parade?
My children, our Major was such a good man
Whose life was based on the divine plan.
He loved this country, its people black and white
And believed that all should be imbued with the right.
That’s why we were all so saddened that day
When the life of the Drum Major was taken away.
We are looking for someone to stand in his stead
We now seek a new leader for the Freedom parade.
Do you know my children that he bore the brunt,
He marched unafraid right up in the front
He marched for Justice for children like you
And a bountier life for your parents too.
That’s why we honor Martin Luther King
He tried with love to make Liberty ring.
He wished everyone in our tortured country
To live together in peace and harmony.
That’s why we were all so saddened that day
When the Drum Major’s life was taken away.
Do you know someone who can stand in his stead?
Do you know someone to lead the parade?
I hear you my children. I hear what you said.
That you children yourselves would lead his parade
That you’ll carry the banner of the Drum Major dear
And march on to full Freedom without any fear.
Our spirits are lifted, our sorrows subside.
You children shall lead us with Dr. King at your side.
You children of Freedom will stand in his stead.
You children of Freedom will lead the parade.
March on my children to his distant drumbeat.
March on my children, keep alive his heartbeat.
When this Peace and Freedom is finally won
Then will Martin Luther King’s work be done.
Drum Dream Girl — Margarita Engle
On an island of music
in a city of drumbeats
the drum dream girl
of pounding tall conga drums
tapping small bongó drums
and boom boom booming
with long, loud sticks
on big, round, silvery
on the island of music
in the city of drumbeats
believed that only boys
should play drums
so the drum dream girl
had to keep dreaming
At outdoor cafés that looked like gardens
she heard drums played by men
but when she closed her eyes
she could also hear
her own imaginary
When she walked under
wind-wavy palm trees
in a flower-bright park
she heard the whir of parrot wings
the clack of woodpecker beaks
the dancing tap
of her own footsteps
and the comforting pat
of her own
At carnivals, she listened
to the rattling beat
and the dragon clang
of costumed drummers
wearing huge masks.
At home, her fingertips
rolled out their own
dreamy drum rhythm
on tables and chairs…
and even though everyone
kept reminding her that girls
on the island of music
have never played drums
the brave drum dream girl
dared to play
tall conga drums
small bongó drums
and big, round, silvery
Her hands seemed to fly
as they rippled
all the rhythms
of her drum dreams.
Her big sisters were so excited
that they invited her to join
their new all-girl dance band
but their father said only boys
should play drums.
So the drum dream girl
had to keep dreaming
her father offered
to find a music teacher
who could decide if her drums
to be heard.
The drum dream girl’s
teacher was amazed.
The girl knew so much
but he taught her more
and she practiced
and she practiced
and she practiced
until the teacher agreed
that she was ready
to play her small bongó drums
outdoors at a starlit café
that looked like a garden
where everyone who heard
her dream-bright music
that girls should always
be allowed to play
and both girls and boys
should feel free
But he heard high up in the air
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.
― William Butler Yeats
SONGS about PIPERS:
- The Pied Piper by Crispian St James: https://youtu.be/qe13bACgcJs
- The Piper by Same Cooke: https://youtu.be/FKE_v94Or9M
- The Piper by ABBA (pop): https://youtu.be/UWMnwx997_4
- Peter Piper by Run-DMC (hiphop): https://youtu.be/oo5-74dWGS0
OTHER SONGS with SUMILAR THEMES — Wikipedia
A similar cumulative verse from Scotland, “The Yule Days”, has been likened to “The Twelve Days of Christmas” in the scholarly literature. It has thirteen days rather than twelve, and the number of gifts does not increase in the manner of “The Twelve Days”. Its final verse, as published in Chambers, Popular Rhymes, Fireside Stories, and Amusements of Scotland (1842), runs as follows:
The king sent his lady on the thirteenth Yule day,
Three stalks o’ merry corn,
Three maids a-merry dancing,
Three hinds a-merry hunting,
An Arabian baboon,
Three swans a-merry swimming,
Three ducks a-merry laying,
A bull that was brown,
A goose that was grey,
A pippin go aye;
Wha learns my carol and carries it away?
“Pippin go aye” (also spelled “papingo-aye” in later editions) is a Scots word for peacock or parrot.
“Les Douze Mois” (“The Twelve Months”) (also known as “La Perdriole”—”The Partridge”) is another similar cumulative verse from France that has been likened to The Twelve Days of Christmas. Its final verse, as published in de Coussemaker, Chants Populaires des Flamands de France (1856), runs as follows:
Le douzièm’ jour d’l’année,Que me donn’rez vous ma mie?
Douze coqs chantants,
Onze plats d’argent,
Dix pigeons blancs,
Neuf bœufs cornus,
Huit vaches mordants,
Sept moulins à vent,
Six chiens courants,
Cinq lapins courant par terre,
Quat’ canards volant en l’air,
Trois rameaux de bois,
Un’ perdrix sole,
Qui va, qui vient, qui vole,
Qui vole dans les bois.
The twelfth day of the year
What will you give me, my love?
Twelve singing cockerels,
Eleven silver dishes,
Ten white pigeons,
Nine horned oxen,
Eight biting cows,
Six running dogs,
Five rabbits running along the ground,
Four ducks flying in the air,
Three wooden branches,
Two turtle doves,
One lone partridge,
Who goes, who comes, who flies,
Who flies in the woods.
According to de Coussemaker, the song was recorded “in the part of [French] Flanders that borders on the Pas de Calais”. Another similar folksong, “Les Dons de l’An”, was recorded in the Cambresis region of France. Its final verse, as published in 1864, runs:
Le douzièm’ mois de l’an,
que donner à ma mie?
Douz’ bons larrons,
Onze bons jambons,
Dix bons dindons,
Neuf bœufs cornus,
Huit moutons tondus,
Sept chiens courants,
Six lièvres aux champs,
Cinq lapins trottant par terre,
Quatre canards volant en l’air,
Trois ramiers de bois,
Qui vole, et vole, et vole,
Du bois au champ.
The twelfth month of the year
What should I give my love?
Twelve good cheeses,
Eleven good hams,
Ten good turkeycocks,
Nine horned oxen,
Eight sheared sheep,
Seven running dogs,
Six hares in the field,
Five rabbits trotting along the ground,
Four ducks flying in the air,
Three wood pigeons,
Two turtle doves,
One young partridge,
Who flies, who flies, who flies,
One young partridge,
From the wood to the field.
Pied Piper of Hamelin (excerpt)— Robert Browning
Once more he stept into the street;
And to his lips again
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;
And ere he blew three notes (such sweet
Soft notes as yet musician’s cunning
Never gave th’enraptured air)
There was a rustling, that seem’d like a bustling
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,
Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering,
And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering,
Out came the children running.
All the little boys and girls,
With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,
And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
The Piper — Joseph Campbell
George Borrow in his Lavengro
Tells us of a Welshman, who
By some excess of mother-wit
Framed a harp and played on it,
Built a ship and sailed to sea,
And steered it home to melody
Of his own making. I, indeed,
Might write for Everyman to read
A thaumalogue of wonderment
More wonderful, but rest content
With celebrating one I knew
Who built his pipes, and played them, too:
Ah, played! Therein is all:
The hounded thing, the hunter’s call;
The shudder, when the quarry’s breath
Is drowned in blood and stilled in death;
The marriage dance, the pulsing vein,
The kiss that must be given again;
The hope that Ireland, like a rose,
Sees shining thro’ her tale of woes;
The battle lost, the long lament
For blood and spirit vainly spent;
And so on, thro’ the varying scale
Of passion that the western Gael
Knows, and by miracle of art
Draws to the chanter from the heart
Like water from a hidden spring,
To leap or murmur, weep or sing.
I see him now, a little man
In proper black, whey-bearded, wan,
With eyes that scan the eastern hills
Thro’ thick, gold-rimmèd spectacles.
His hand is on the chanter. Lo,
The hidden spring begins to flow
In waves of magic. (He is dead
These seven years, but bend your head
And listen.) Rising from the clay
The Master plays The Ring of Day.
It mounts and falls and floats away
Over the sky-line . . . then is gone
Into the silence of the dawn!
Lady’s Boogie — Langston Hughes
See that lady
Dressed so fine?
She ain’t got boogie-woogie
On her mind—
But if she was to listen
I bet she’d hear,
Way up in the treble
The tingle of a tear.
SONGS about LADIES:
- Single Ladies by Beyonce (pop): https://youtu.be/4m1EFMoRFvY
- Treat Her Like a Lady by Celine Dion (pop with Latin influence): https://youtu.be/S5r872hlVdg
- Lady by Styx (rock): https://youtu.be/uR4if4ble1A
- Lady by Kenny Rogers (country): https://youtu.be/ZYRfUoR9Q4Y
- She’s a Lady by Tom Jones (pop): https://youtu.be/3wXiVPxFJVE
- Lady Love Me by George Beonson (R&B/pop): https://youtu.be/rYOBwCz5vvo
- Ladies Night by Kool & The Gang (rock): https://youtu.be/LjG7-5kbevo
- Sexy Lady by Shaggy ft Brian & Tony Gold (hiphop, reggae & R&B): https://youtu.be/Gcg__eDktgY
- Luck Be a Lady by Frank Sinatra (crooning): https://youtu.be/MfiKk4wxiVM
- Lady Cab Driver by Prince (R&B): https://youtu.be/w8KRBcfajfQ
- Lady by Brett Young (country): https://youtu.be/X0XBqnZOXt4
- Brown Skin Lady by Mos Def & Talbi Kweli (hiphop): https://youtu.be/XPcdO9CFhWI
- Foxey Lady by Jimi Hendrix (rock): https://youtu.be/ThkRVTd-tPc
- My Lady by Nhiều Nghệ Sỹ (pop): https://youtu.be/FKRUqF-UJDk
- Lady Is a Tramp (duets) by Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga (crooning): https://youtu.be/ZPAmDULCVrU
- Three Times a Lady by Lionel Richie (pop/ballad): https://youtu.be/RaFJcJO3RH4
- Golden Lady by Stevie Wonder (pop): https://youtu.be/NA6OCGLCUec
- Lady by D’Angelo (R&B): https://youtu.be/nmdUMwlrezs
- Dark Lady by Cher (pop): https://youtu.be/JXUH7Wk8-WI
- Lady Stardust by David Bowie (rock): https://youtu.be/EcKZEOsgvdI
- Lay Lady Lay by Bob Dylan (folk): https://youtu.be/LhzEsb2tNbI
- London You’e a Lady by The Pogues (Irish): https://youtu.be/41aOYa8SLLs
- Dude Looks Like a Lady by Aerosmith (rock): https://youtu.be/nf0oXY4nDxE
- Hey, Lucky Lady by Dolly Parton (country): https://youtu.be/qvGlmTbd9Xk
- Roxy Lady by Bay City Rollers (rock/pop): https://youtu.be/O9RuWqFy7fA
- Frightened Lady by The Hollies (rock): https://youtu.be/ZLC-aF4ECUQ
- Ladies by Fiona Apple (indy): https://youtu.be/n46e8m2pOAw
- Lady Marmalade by Christina Aguilera, Pink, Mya, Li’l Kim (pop): https://youtu.be/RQa7SvVCdZk
- Winter Lady by Leonard Cohen (ballad): https://youtu.be/Vw7LW4mp4yY
CHRISTIAN SYMBOLISM applied to LYRICS (or not)
The symbolism associated with the nine ladies dancing are the nine characteristics of the fruit of the Spirit. They are found in Galatians 5:22-23. “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, (23) Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.” — https://kscnewmancenter.wordpress.com/2013/01/02/twelve-days-of-christmas-day-9-nine-ladies-dancing/
Jolly News — Dayton Daily News: https://www.daytondailynews.com/news/opinion/jolly-thoughts-the-days-christmas/idfbtmBoOnw95HiAoa31GI/
There is no firm consensus, but two conflicting theories dominate.
The religious theory stems from the suppression of Catholicism during the reigns of certain British Protestant monarchs and Reformists. The theory is that each of these phrases were codes that referred to tenets of Catholicism that would be inadvisable or dangerous to proclaim publicly, but could be used to teach and remind children. … This theory … is dumb. First, not all the things listed were prohibited by the reformists. Secondly, they seem really stretched; it would be much easier to make up a better, more meaningful code that would fit … And thirdly, they merely refer to things like the Ten Commandments, they don’t tell us what they are. That would have to be taught elsewhere … No, the religious connotation seems merely a poor attempt to force something to fit that just doesn’t fit, and long after the fact. Such attempts at religious meanings were not even published until at least 300 years after the song was popular.
It is much more probable that it is merely a child’s game or adult parlor game, similar to many of the “forfeits” games played in Victorian England. In such games, participants have to either have an answer (as in the game of similes) or be able to repeat what has been said before and add something, or the like, or be required to “forfeit” or otherwise be out of the game. This theory is borne out by the fact that there are many variations of the song, many changing the last verses (thus the more complicated ones in any game), so that there may be 12 lords a-leaping, 11 ladies (or dames) dancing (or waiting), 10 pipers piping, nine drummers drumming … even 10 fiddlers fiddling.
There were also many other gifts introduced, including hounds, pheasants, bells, badgers, ships (a-sailing), etc. Obviously the game wouldn’t be very exciting or challenging if everyone knew the phrases like we do today; variations were necessary to make a game of it.
COST of CHRISTMAS According to PNC (full article: https://www.pnc.com/insights/our-commitments/customers/pnc-s-christmas-price-index–soars-for-true-loves.html)
PNC has calculated the cost of true love’s gifts based on the holiday song “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” While the gifts of birds, precious metals and performers haven’t changed, the price to buy them all has soared this year, in line with what consumers are facing in the real world.
PNC’s Christmas Price Index (CPI), based on the price of the gifts in the song, grew by 10.5 percent in 2022, the third highest year-over-year increase in history of PNC’s whimsical holiday tradition. The overall cost to buy all 12 gifts in the song is a record $45,523.27 in 2022.
“True Love’s shopping tab reflects what’s happening in the broader economy this year as commodity and energy prices, along with supply chain disruptions, have driven the cost of goods and services up,” said Amanda Agati, chief investment officer for the PNC Asset Management Group.
Rising Costs Drive Growth
Birds comprise half of the gifts in the CPI and an overall increase in bird and feed prices are a factor in this year’s cost. Prices for the turtle doves ($600), French hens ($318.75) and geese ($720) all jumped by at least 9% in 2022. The partridge ($20.18) – and more pertinently – its pear tree home ($260) grew by nearly 26% this year, primarily due to increased costs of fertilizer for the tree.
Prices in the service economy also jumped in 2022, reflected in the cost of the performance-based gifts at the back half of True Love’s shopping list. Wage and labor cost growth drove prices higher for the Nine Ladies Dancing ($8,308.12), Eleven Pipers Piping ($3,021.40) and Twelve Drummers Drumming ($3,266.93.) The Ten Lords-a-Leaping – priced on the cost of hiring a ballet company – grew an astounding 24 percent year over year to $13,980, supplanting the swans as the most expensive single gift in the index.
The rising costs of goods and services due to inflation likely sent some investors seeking gold. That resulted in growing prices for the precious metal this holiday season and a 39% increase in the cost of the Five Gold Rings ($1,245) for True Loves – the largest year-over-year percentage increase for any of the gifts in the index.
“While it’s unlikely most holiday shoppers are looking to gift the way True Love does, the experience of a higher holiday bill is a reality,” Agati said. “Whether your shopping list includes birds and bands or something more traditional, the cost of production, shipping and labor is up this year, which means price tags follow suit.
Like the index, consumer behavior is the drumbeat for the U.S. economy,” Agati said. “With 70% of U.S. GDP tied to consumption, consumer financial health is key to future market performance. We will be keeping an eye on guiding stars like retail sales, savings rates and consumer sentiment as indicators of the success of this holiday season,” she added.
VARYING LYRICS — Wikipedia
The earliest known publications of the words to The Twelve Days of Christmas were an illustrated children’s book, Mirth Without Mischief, published in London in 1780, and a broadsheet by Angus, of Newcastle, dated to the late eighteenth or early nineteenth centuries.
While the words as published in Mirth without Mischief and the Angus broadsheet were almost identical, subsequent versions (beginning with James Orchard Halliwell’s Nursery Rhymes of England of 1842) have displayed considerable variation:
- In the earliest versions, the word on is not present at the beginning of each verse—for example, the first verse begins simply “The first day of Christmas”. On was added in Austin’s 1909 version, and became very popular thereafter.
- In the early versions “my true love sent” me the gifts. However, a 20th-century variant has “my true love gave to me”; this wording has become particularly common in North America.
- In one 19th-century variant, the gifts come from “my mother” rather than “my true love”.
- Some variants have “juniper tree” or “June apple tree” rather than “pear tree”, presumably a mishearing of “partridge in a pear tree”.
- The 1780 version has “four colly birds”—colly being a regional English expression for “coal-black” (the name of the collie dog breed may come from this word).This wording must have been opaque to many even in the 19th century: “canary birds”, “colour’d birds”, “curley birds”, and “corley birds” are found in its place. Frederic Austin’s 1909 version, which introduced the now-standard melody, also altered the fourth day’s gift to four “calling” birds, and this variant has become the most popular, although “colly” is still found.
- “Five gold rings” has often become “five golden rings”, especially in North America In the standard melody, this change enables singers to fit one syllable per musical note.
- The gifts associated with the final four days are often reordered. For example, the pipers may be on the ninth day rather than the eleventh.
12 Days of Wordlady: Nine Ladies Dancing (full article: https://katherinebarber.blogspot.com/2014/12/12-days-of-wordlady-nine-ladies-dancing.html)
I have already discussed the interesting story of “dance”, but what about “lady”, a word obviously close to my heart?
It is derived from an Old English word, hlæfdie, a compound of hlæf (bread) and dige (kneader). From its earliest appearance in written records, this “bread kneader” was the woman in charge of a household.
The second element of the compound, dige, is related to the word that gave us “dairy”, as we saw in our last post. The first element, hlæf, evolved into “loaf”, its place as the collective word for the staff of life usurped by “bread”, which started out meaning “a piece of food”. “Give us today our daily loaf” and “I am the loaf of life,” said Anglo-Saxon Gospel translations.
Lady Day — J. Patrick Lewis
for Billie Holiday
Lady could pour you a song,
Coffee and a little cream.
Stir it the whole night long
Into a brown-sugar dream.
Lady could wrap you a note
Up in a velvet night—
Sometimes Manhattan satin,
Always Harlem delight.
Lady Day could sing it
Like nobody ever has
At the Shim Sham Club, Hot Cha Cha,
Joints that swung on jazz.
Her bittersweet songs told Heartbreak,
Meet your sister Pain,
But Lady melted yesterdays
Into beautiful rain.
Lady Birds’ Evening Meetings — Tacey M. Atsitty
After Sylvia Plath’s bee poems
Why am I here again with all of them flittering about? Just to be alone—
It’s what I tell myself, that I too bear black spots on red skin,
It’s how we scamper about before flowing off with our chiffon wings ready to take flight
At a moment’s notice, I am against the wall once again, wainscotting.
The girl on my soccer team leans over to me as I ready to take the seat next to her.
I don’t want no dirty Navajo sitting next to me, she says with her foreleg atop the cold metal chair.
So I take a seat in the row behind before leaving to find an empty room upstairs.
That day the leaders made us binders, wrapped in cotton filling, fabric, and lace.
I got the last pick; well, it wasn’t a pick at all. It was an ugly bright yellow calico print with thick white cotton lace. No one wanted it.
Why did no one tell me to wear a dress?
It’s my first time to this edifice, and I come without—
The girl down the street, the nice one, offers to buy me a white dress with pink florals from Kmart with her credit card. I accept.
This is an emergency, she declares with her card held high in the air.
I am 13 and she 17. Her parents say she can only use it in the event of—
The fabric hugs my ladybug rolls snugly as I step my way to the temple door.
It’s where we learn to really spread our wings in worship, tune our antennae like aluminum to the heavens.
Earlier I said, I could marry anywhere—that it didn’t matter none to me.
I didn’t know it yet, but I was a bug amid blossoms and their vines, winding through unnoticed and unaware
Until a knock came to my door: a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies sits on the welcome mat,
The girls giggling behind the trees, and there in the starlit night, we became a bloom.
bag lady, boxed — Emily Carney
there is a plasticity to the soul that can fit inside
sweaters but not inside drawers. how many times
can one watch the same porn video before one
feels that they have become that porn video. how
many times can you attempt to untangle a cross. i
bought a black dress today — long, and covered with
sequins in the timorous shapes of stars. when i paid for it i
imagined myself sitting in it on a curb drinking beer with you,
so tell me what came first, the beer or the dress. you put
my broken buddha lamp in the hall today because it
“just didn’t fit.” i put you on the right side of my neck
during a sex dream for the same reason. pisces
is the blue cheese of the zodiac signs. are you a gemini?
rose-covered curtains give me anxiety and black gauze
has the polar-opposite effect. does styrofoam turn you
on? it is narcissistic to assume that anything likes to be liked by
you. it is narcissistic to assume that anything matters if
you don’t. i would like to be a man ray photograph
more than i would like to be a person. i would like to
be the glass carnival wallpaper at your lips more than
i would like to be a person. would you fuck me against
your window, even though it is phobic to be naked
in public? i have a feeling that although you are a poet,
you think that poets are phony. i have a feeling that it’s
all a joke to you and i like it, but i am not similar.
your lips came to me in a dream, red and shiny like
cartoon wool. your lips came to me in a honda
and i loved them away, and i pushed them anyway.
i wanted to be a porn star, your father wanted you to
make boxes. we both felt upset about the wanting. we both
learned that it is important to feel guiltless about smashing guitars.
i am a 5 p.m. person who buys cardigans to look like
trash. you are a 9 p.m. person who likes both
kinds of nylon against your fingers. i couldn’t
concentrate in yoga because i was fixated
on how much you’d like the ass of the
girl in front of me. i’m starting to believe that purple
hair is cliché and i don’t like it. i let myself get wet in the
rain today because i wanted you to be proud of me. when are my
poems going to stop you.
this is just the long string of molecules.
this is just the long.
SAT, Jan 1st, 2022
- Community Events: MUSIC AROUND TOWN
- Red Parka: Riley Parkhurst Project • 8-11pm
- Shannon Door: Sheehan & Holden • 7-10pm
- Shovel Handle Pub: Ryan st Onge • 530-8:30pm
- Wildcat Tavern: Jeremy Dean • 6-9pm
SUN, Jan 2nd, 2022
- INTERFAITH GATHERING ZOOM & IN-PERSON
8am • Old Red Library next to church (indoors) & Zoom link with password required.
Poetry and conversation. Join us. Bring your own hot beverage on cold mornings!
- EPIPHANY WORSHIP ZOOM & IN-PERSON – Epiphany and Communion
10:30am • Zoom link with password required.
- Live music by Alan Labrie
- Epiphany celebration
- Choral songs
- In-person attendance requires social distancing and masking for all attendees (additional precautions may be changed based on COVID stats and CDC guidelines).
- Service will also be live-streamed to website and Facebook (if technology supports this function on the day of event). Afterward, recordings of worship service will be posted to Facebook, Vimeo.com channel & Youtube.com channel.
- Community Events: MUSIC AROUND TOWN
- Red Parka: Blue Sunday with L&M Rhythm Kings • 5-8pm
- Shannon Door: Riley & Dan Parkhurst • 6-9pm