I sang shadowy songs, including this brief version of “Tom O’Bedlam’s Song” recorded by Jacqui Froelich for a KUAF radio Ozarks at Large feature story, at Joy Caffrey and Amy Eversole’s wonderful photography exhibit at Arsagas’ Crossover Cafe. The exhibit was called “Me and My Shadow.” It came springing up out of preparations for a […]
Winter Hymn at Tara – Geoff Oelsner Yeat’s Lake Isle of Innisfree – Geoff Oelsner To download the entire podcast performance click here.
It’s that very two-way exchange of natural beauty and inspiration flooding forth to us from Mother Earth, and love and appreciation flowing back out from us to Her, that I want to celebrate in song and poetry here. Since I was 13 years old, and was way changed for the better by 6 weeks in the Rocky Mountains at a wonderful summer camp, I’ve been making songs and poems for myself and other people, certainly, but also very much to express my love for Her, for Gaia.
Hello, friends. Mother Earth and environmental harmony is on my mind & heart. On 7/11, at 11 am, I’ll do an entire service at the Unitarian Church in Fayetteville titled “Sacred Exchanges with Nature.” It’ll be a blend of: songs by me (with some vocal and instrumental help from Leslie Oelsner and a harmony by […]
This tune emerged around 2007, along with a lengthy set of lyrics descriptive of a wild, magical time in my life: in 1977-78 Leslie and I lived communally with several other young people in a farm house at the edge of Athens, Georgia. A lot of nonordinary things happened there…we weren’t always in an ordinary state […]
Here’s a poem in the Antique Mode, which seems to invite a melody. That melody hasn’t visited me yet– maybe it’ll visit you first. I wrote this at a Buddhist meditation retreat on April 18 (2010) at Wattle Hollow, south of Fayetteville, led by Anna Cox, after taking a mindfulness walk in the burgeoning Spring […]
…is a sanctified instrument. Many traveling preachers have used them to inspire congregations in rural churches. Also called “folding organs,” they fold into 70 pound wooden suitcases which stand up all ready to pump and play, after being unlatched (no, NOT unzipped). Anyway, I’ve wanted one for a long time, ever since hearing Kelly Mulhollan play his (if […]
This drawing’s another Michael Anderson dandy, depicting the cellar door in the song lyrics below. Mike drew the door in the Earth. The actual door led below a farmhouse at the outskirts of Athens, GA where we lived in 1977-78. There was an old grove of beech trees on the property near the house, and a dead […]
Old pond, frog jumps in… no sound at all.
I discovered buried treasure under a Tower of Babel of old papers: a bunch of terrific pen drawings by Michael Anderson– now decamped to Brooklyn and continuing his artistic Quest– which he did here in 2008 to illustrate some of the poems and songs on my 2nd CD, Ordinary Mystery. One of the mysteries of making that […]
“Who can depart that never came, return that never left?” -Virginia Scott Miner (1901-1982) poet, teacher, and friend When first lilac leaves arrive, we turn toward warmth with the rolling home that gathers no loss.
“Nothing is so beautiful as spring– When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing…” from “Spring,” by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89) Here it comes! Green tongues […]