Focus: Seattle Poets – Dane Kuttler



children go where it's and they how shall I send thee I'm gonna send thee one by one one for the little bitty baby he was bad money was bought in Bethlehem so the first time I sang about Jesus I was in middle school the fifty boys choir was half Jewish but by the opening night of our holiday concert we were down to 28 some kids left because they're furious parents didn't want them singing Christmas carols and some left for the same reasons but of their own volition now as much an activist as any seventh grader I was eager beaver ready to make a statement about the separation between church and state but my parents don't know much about picket lines they know more about music by people with names like Giovanni Palestrina they said no music is holy learn to make your peace with it it was never about the words I know more of the Latin mass than half the Catholics I grew up with and I've stood in grand cathedrals built on the ashes of Jewish towns but when I hear those arched ceilings cradle the offerings of our voices I feel forgiveness spring from beneath my shoulders like wings in the house of my grandparents where the sound of German spoken still makes my grandmother shake my grandfather a Holocaust survivor fills the living room with our favorites on the hi-5 Bach Beethoven Schubert Bruns thread a Shanna got the funk and tuck that us Elysium and he doesn't call it forgiveness he calls it human a recognition of something that exists above us notes that climb higher than church spires and resonate like history in our inner most holy some things you just can't live without it was never about the words try later shine I got that a funk and talked about silly's 'i'm pyramid threatened by a drunken him the sharing high victim died in its women never that Rustom modest ring in tight allah mention red and brooding board and some tough riga bite you

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