Michigan Basketball Warm Up Songs

ACQUARIUS StoryTeller TOUR tenth stop. FORMS AND LANDSCAPES: THE LANGUAGE
OF NATURE AND THE POET'S EYE.
PICTURES AND NOTES "sore"



CARUSO PARAPET



















DROPS AND RUST



















The language of nature is a sunset that awaits you beyond a curve on a mountain road. The pen of the photographer, the wing of a diver, the fin of a partridge, the brush of a singer, a poet of the camera, the applause in the graveyard, the silence in the stadium, the warbling of the silent era, the race to obstacles of the deaf, the complete works of the farmer, the poetry of the surgeon, the strike of the scab. In the drops and rust are the same things, transparency, and the pain, the scream and refined aesthetics, absenteeism and obsession, the petulant news on anything, the explosion and the massive flight, color and light, the taste and burned the language, the current that goes suddenly, and the crack of lightning, one hand in your hand, you've been waiting a long time. The unreliability of life. ("Sad")