I've started to work on the set list for Thanksgiving Eve. It is going to be a rockin' wildass sacramental event. The theme - come on up to the house - says it all, too.
And as I was working on the set list I came across this poem by David Kirby that screams to be included in our Festival of American Music and Poetry Thanksgiving Eve gig. No insiders our outsiders here - no winners or loser either - just us in all our blessed, broken glory. It is called, "What Is Your Favorite Language?"
What's your favorite foreign language?" asks the cabbie,
and when I ask why, he says he knows "butterfly"
in 241 of them, so I say, "Okay, French!" and he says,
and when I ask why, he says he knows "butterfly"
in 241 of them, so I say, "Okay, French!" and he says,
"Papillon!" and I say, "German!" and he says, "Schmetterling!"
and I'm running out of languages I know, so I say,
"Uh, Wolof!" because I'm reading a short story
and I'm running out of languages I know, so I say,
"Uh, Wolof!" because I'm reading a short story
where a woman speaks Wolof, and he says something in Wolof,
and the professor-y part of me wants
to say, You shouldn't call them foreign languages, you know,
and the professor-y part of me wants
to say, You shouldn't call them foreign languages, you know,
because that means there's only one real language, but
I'd be saying that to him in our common
tongue, so it really wouldn't make sense unless I were chiding
I'd be saying that to him in our common
tongue, so it really wouldn't make sense unless I were chiding
him in, say, Wolof, a language in which he knows only
one word and I none. What's the best country?
Heaven, probably: as everyone knows, the cooks are French,
one word and I none. What's the best country?
Heaven, probably: as everyone knows, the cooks are French,
the mechanics German, the police English, lovers Italian,
and it's all organized by the Swiss, whereas
in Hell, the cooks are English, mechanics French, police
and it's all organized by the Swiss, whereas
in Hell, the cooks are English, mechanics French, police
Germans, lovers Swiss, and everything is organized by the Italians,
which leaves out the Spanish,
though perhaps not, for the ancients say a man should speak
which leaves out the Spanish,
though perhaps not, for the ancients say a man should speak
French to his friends because of its vivacity,
Italian to his mistress for its sweetness,
German to his enemies because it is forceful, and Spanish
Italian to his mistress for its sweetness,
German to his enemies because it is forceful, and Spanish
to his God, for it is the most majestic of languages.
Hola, Señor! Okay if I put my suitcase
over here? Thank you for having me! Yes, I would
Hola, Señor! Okay if I put my suitcase
over here? Thank you for having me! Yes, I would
like to hear what they're saying in the other place, like "Dictators
over here" and "Corporate polluters
in this area" and "Aw, come on—another boring poet?"
over here" and "Corporate polluters
in this area" and "Aw, come on—another boring poet?"
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