art music poetry 71

Opus 1574, 2004 Dolmens #1, this series of rock paintings has continued long after this one.  UP to #9 by now, 2015

Opus 1574, 2004 Dolmens #1, this series of rock paintings has continued long after this one. Up to #9 by now, 2015

Woodstock

You started such a change of time,

A decade of evolution.

Marakesh blows through my mind,

An awareness revolution.

Richie cries the song of the free,

Carlos plays to open masses.

Looking back I see

A crossbreading of the classes.

Thousands swarmed and felt the rain,

Jimi let it flow.

Sly gave soulful tears of pain,

Will we ever know?

As water cuts through stone,

Time cuts the best of men,

But Ravi, not alone

Would do it all again.

Beautiful people, ‘oft insane,

Birthdays come and go,

Staying dry against the rain,

Peace-songs make the show.

Surprising unknown acts

Made their way around.

Who are you? – Rats?

Listen to the sound.

The Who was most excited,

Getting all the glory.

Abbey, uninvited,

Tried to tell a story.

Pinball wizards filled the crowd,

Beside the acid heads.

Psychedelics made it loud,

John sang for new-born deads.

Muddy fun-wars ’round the lake

And the music of Alvin Lee.

Jamming out for Jesus sake!

Goin’ home, (the blues are free).

Ten years after Woodstock,

Will it ever be the same?

Maybe I should stop

This agonizing game.

Sha-Na-Na sold out to movies,

But Johnny Winter was there.

Playing his slide – groovy

Nothing there was square.

Max Yasgur we all owe you,

For your business-sense and balls.

No one else will repeat

“The concert without walls.”

Grace found somebody to love,

Rock was a way of thinking.

Joe got extremely stoned,

Everyone was drinking.

Janis screamed for rebels,

War-torn lovers tripped.

Joan sang out for politicos

Draft dodgers got ripped.

Vietnam was going strong

But music filled the field.

No way to right the wrong

Committed by the steele.

Where have all the players gone?

Long time passing.

Joni sings of Mingus

But is she, just now, laughing?

Give me one old-time “F”

And what are we fighting for!?

There’s nothing really left,

Let’s boogie on out the door.

Creedence and the Grateful Dead

Gave us Blood Sweat and Tears.

The Band played on (unsaid)

Has it been ten years?

Butterfield sang the blues,

I guess he’s still around.

They’ve all paid the dues,

But where can they be found?

Try, just a little bit harder,

To remember all those dreams.

Make up your mind,

Are they what they seem?

One day there will re-occur

The same type of happening.

Get it while you can,

If you go to such a thing.

Now I wonder what will come

The next time out the door.

Will the rain be as sun,

Will it be a bore?

written age 21, 10th anniversary of Woodstock

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