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Think I’m probably just going to post some poetry and music that I love.

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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 30/03/2025
That that that that advice is talking about is not that that that I use. That that is a different that.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 27/02/2025
I saw him in November playing with Matana Roberts and Ryan Sawyer. It was incredible. I wish they’d record an album together.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 04/02/2025
Billie Holiday Sainkho Namtchylak Ruby Johnson Meredith Monk Natacha Atlas
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 06/12/2024
I love this album
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 05/12/2024
wejazzrecords.bandcamp.com/album/it-was...
wejazzrecords.bandcamp.com
It Was Always Time, by Berke Can Özcan & Jonah Parzen-Johnson
7 track album
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 01/12/2024
Good shocks are precious. Lord knows we get enough bad shocks in this world. Thank you for your art and your story and I hope you will play San Diego more often, although you’re one of the few artists that I’ll brave the drive to LA for.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 01/12/2024
I saw you talking with him after the show. Just the way you interacted, I thought that you were family. (It was an incredible show, by the way)
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 30/11/2024
Beginning of November by Franz Wright
Beginning of November
by Franz Wright
The light is winter light.
You've already felt it
before you can open your eyes, and now it's too late to prepare yourself for this gray originless
sorrow that's filling the room. It's not winter. The light is. The light is winter light, and you're alone.
At last you get up: and suddenly notice you're holding your body without the heart to curse its lonely life, it's suffering from cold and from the winter light that fills the room
like fear. And all at once you hug it tight, the way you might hug somebody you hate, if he came to you in tears.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 21/11/2024
It Was Always Time by Berke Can Özcan & Jonah Parzen-Johnson. One of my favorites from this year. wejazzrecords.bandcamp.com/album/it-was...
wejazzrecords.bandcamp.com
It Was Always Time, by Berke Can Özcan & Jonah Parzen-Johnson
7 track album
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 23/10/2024
Calling support for genocide a “niche complaint” is wild. May you never experience what you have wrought on others.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 01/10/2024
I like it. I’m in an ambient jazz mood today. I was listening to Nala Sinephro earlier. Have you heard her?
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 12/09/2024
So does love, family, art, friendship, community, agriculture, tool use. Seems very silly to dismiss something just because humans have been doing it a long time.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 26/08/2024
Can a poem know things that the poet does not?
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 09/08/2024
This is a great album. Thank you.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 14/07/2024
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violet_...
en.wikipedia.org
Violet Gibson - Wikipedia
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 04/07/2024
Hillary lost? She should’ve been replaced.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 30/05/2024
Hmm, in the one you posted “Exposure” I assumed it was related to the line “For love of God seems dying.” As if humanity’s estrangement from the perfection of God, through their barbarous acts, required imperfect rhymes.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 30/05/2024
Why was he using them?
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 17/04/2024
Yes.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 17/04/2024
I’ve listened to this 3 times since I found it here yesterday. It’s incredible. I can’t believe it was recorded in the 60s. Thank you.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 05/03/2024
I was just listening to this the other day. I’ve loved Alors Quoi (and especially Flâner) since I found it a couple years ago.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 03/03/2024
It’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 03/03/2024
I love the feeling of listening to a song or artist or type of music for the first time and recognizing it as something that I was missing, but no longer, when something feels utterly unexpected and somehow essential at the same time?
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 29/02/2024
“are these your hands? would you like them back?” Yara Asmar and Majd Chidiac youtu.be/7gNPO8HLMdo?...
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are these your hands? would you like them back? (feat. majd chidiac)
Provided to YouTube by DistroKidare these your hands? would you like them back? (feat. majd chidiac) · yara asmar · majd chidiacsynth waltzes and accordion l...
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 29/02/2024
“Can it be a charm of hummingbirds, please. A congregation of plovers.”
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 28/02/2024
“The Condition” by Nadra Mabrouk
THE CONDITION
My Mother tells me that God says even if, even while, the world ends around you, earth tearing root by root, even while the horses stagger into holes, neighing into the darkness, filling their mouths to the throat,
when the horn sounds off, Israfil balancing his clouded weight on a rock, his lips cracking and gold, even while you hear the ghosts leaving the spines, their hair longer than ever, breaths coming out in timed instruments, even while the waters seethe open,
bodies rolling to the shore.
If there is a seed in your palm,
you must bend to the soil and plant it.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 27/02/2024
Listening now. Thank you!
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 27/02/2024
What are your favorite recordings of poets reading their poems? Have you heard the Franz Wright album Readings from Wheeling Motel? youtu.be/YzDlpXPF9Sk?...
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 26/02/2024
If I Said by Sally Rosen Kindred
If I Said
to my mother
That you were once a doll
tucked in the arm of the crooked birch.
That we nested lilacs in our lashes
but in the morning we could not open our eyes.
(Woke but the lids were closed.
Woke, but the roof refused.)
That you could fasten your song to this cradle-milk sky, that you could lie down to be named here,
your bones ribbons, your bones a glass net.
And your sorrow the bird in it, beating.
And if I said you'd always loved me, that I
was your mother, and you had never been mine-my lonely wren, you would
believe, you would unclench your grief, let it slip from the silver tree. I say
songs are a mercy.
Our sleep delivers the leaves.
That you are not sick anymore, not sorry-and (feathers, soft blooms) you remember me.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 26/02/2024
Lovely, reminded me of this one by Tracy K. Smith
THE WEATHER IN SPACE
Is God being or pure force? The wind
Or what commands it? When our lives slow
And we can hold all that we love, it sprawls
In our laps like a gangly doll. When the storm
Kicks up and nothing is ours, we go chasing
After all we're certain to lose, so alive-
Faces radiant with panic.
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 21/02/2024
“Every symphony is a suicide postponed. True or false?” youtu.be/YzDlpXPF9Sk?...
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 18/02/2024
What was he like? He seemed like an extraordinary human being. Do you have any stories about making “There’s A Light That Enters Houses” with him?
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 27/12/2023
Link goes to a dead page for me, but I found it on the homepage. Thanks for compiling the list
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 21/12/2023
This is a beautiful album youtube.com/playlist?lis...
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Loose Nails @loosenails.bsky.social · 20/12/2023
The poet as Bodhisattva. Dear Reader by James Tate
Dear Reader
I am trying to pry open your casket
with this burning snowflake.

I'll give up my sleep for you.
This freezing sleet keeps coming down
and I can barely see.

If this trick works we can rub our hands
together, maybe

start a little fire
with our idenification papers.
I don't know but I keep working, working

half hating you,
half eaten by the moon.
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