Category Archives: Music

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Blue Sorrow, Green Sorrow

… I’ve been going through a lot of stuff, throwing out a lot of stuff, and came across this forgotten session, and liked it, was glad I found it, my nephew Daniel and I rehearsing before a performance, January afternoon, the first to be exact, […]

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Sweet Little Angel

… I performed a song at the Poetry Project with my nephew Daniel. May every day be full of love. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love. … … Sweet Little Angel I got a sweet little angel Sweeter than apple butter I got a […]

Philly by Stephen Spera

The Friday Night Apocalypse Stew

… Back in the early 70s in my early 20s while working at a lock and key factory in North Philly, I lost the inspiration to write, and came back to it partly by working on song lyrics, lyrics that there was no music for. […]


Some Thoughts on Time and Regret

… … When I was teaching in China, I’d tell my students, “Every day I teach wisdom, and if you don’t come to class, you will never get the wisdom that I was giving in the class you missed; you may get other wisdom later, […]

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Writing Daddy Long Legs Blues

… When I was in my early twenties, I took a tent and camped out for a month along Walnut Run, a swift waterfall-filled stream, that splashes down the South Mountain where I grew up in Pennsylvania. I wanted to fast, meditate, read the Gospels, […]


Go Love

… … What’s not to like about a band that has a member who plays the typewriter? Go Love had their reunion, album release and final show at Sidewalk Cafe, NYC, on Friday night, April 25, 2014. Tired as I was I went and woke […]

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Performances at Saint Mark’s Church, New Year’s Day 2011, 12, 13, 14 & 15

… I began to perform at the Poetry Project’s New Year’s Day benefit with my nephew Daniel in 2010. Our first performance wasn’t recorded, but in 2011 my partner Akram began to record us. The following are those five performances. I hope to continue this […]


Sweet Mary

….. I lived at home as a young man full of fears that paralyze I was a believer in truth and the truth was a lie then I slept with Sweet Mary and she made me realize there are more ways to be born than […]


In my words, May 27 – June 2

… I am sorry, but it’s been a sad week pretty much from beginning to end. Days went from chilly to hot. The allergies I’ve been avoiding all spring kicked in and I developed a sore throat where every swallow’s felt. Friday, I went to […]

Spring Branch by Andrew Wyeth

In my words, March 25 – 31

Here with Dad for a week in the South Mountain. For two days it snowed and drizzled. Akram and I slept, slowed down from New York. Thursday we walked up Fire Tower Road—we still call it that although no fire tower is at the top […]

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In my words, March 4 – 10

… Thursday after class as I walked down Fourteenth Street in the cold drizzling rain, I stopped at the Duane Reade on Third Avenue and asked, “Do you have an enema bag?” “Enema?” the Bengali fellow asked. “Enema,” I repeated. He led me to the […]


In my words, January 14 – 20

… It’s Monday afternoon around two. My morning class is over. I’m home, but leave at five-thirty to teach again till eight. I’m interviewing students Tuesday and Thursday from two PM to seven. I usually have afternoons off. Monday and Wednesday with morning and evening […]