Sunday, March 12, 2017

Justice Department

Musiques sans Frontieres

Sunday 12 March 17 8p-9p Pacific Edition

Still Life with Mandolin Number 2 / Harold Ross

The Justice Department is on Netroots Radio.

I'm Special Agent DJ Justice; Radio Host and Program Director for Netroots Radio and I'm manning the dials, spinning the discs, warbling the woofers, putting a slip in your hip and a trip to your hop.

The playlist for Sunday 12 March 17 8pm to 9pm Pacific Edition of The Justice Department: Musique sans Frontieres

~~  “And Here is the Catalogue of What Hovers There” ~~

1 - Richard Burton -- “What a Rogue and Peasant Slave Am I” 
2 - Link Wray -- “Switchblade”
3 - Laika and the Cosmonauts -- “Baja”
4 - Heartless Bastards -- “Out At Sea”
5 - Beck -- “Loser”
6 - Koko Taylor -- “I Got What It Takes”
7 - T-Bone Burnett -- “Man Don't Dog Your Woman”
8 - Little Axe -- “Hard Times”

Station Break

9 - Blodwyn Pig -- “San Francisco Sketches”
10 - Daniel Lanois -- “The Deadly Nightshade”
11 - Blame Sally -- “Vera Chiesa”
12 - Loreena McKennitt -- “All Soul’s Night”
13 - Novalima -- “Africa Land”
14 - Philip Glass  and Foday Musa Suso -- “Warda’s Whorehouse”​​​​​​​
Who luvs ya, baby?

"Just listen those crazy tunes!"


Herodotus says the king made a bowl to leave behind
the memory of a number. We don’t know the number.
We don’t know if it was divisible by two or three.
I want, at the moment, the number to indicate
a ratio, part of a proportion, because the measurement
of the earth depends on this, the balance among things,
the snow at the bottom of the hill, the gold garage light
caged in a tree, my love for my friend and the distance
between us, which I can’t bear.

I made a pinhole camera to demonstrate proportion,
and everything bright hovers on its milky eye,
and here is the catalogue of what hovers there
smaller than itself: the blue horizon and the dash
at the stoplight, a shell night-light, the gazing ball
of the sun going down against the white back fence,
which made it look like night in the woods lit
from underneath on the wax. I held these things
yesterday, along with two pearls that are spheres
hanging from my living room ceiling.

My friend is smaller now, and if I held my camera up
to her, she would give off enough light to hover
pocket-sized in my hand, and grand in the world.

“Camera Eulogia”


Notre Dames du Reim France / copyright Justice Putnam

“Do you smell that?” she asked, as we drove through Reims, past the headquarters of the National Front, on our way to La Tranche sur Mer.

“I don’t know,” I said flatly, “what is it?”

“It smells like… ” she sniffed in a haughty, Parisian disdain, “it smells like, fascism.”

I knew then I was in love with her. I knew it truly.

– Justice Putnam
“My Little French Honeymoon”


Question: Who is your audience? What are you here for?

Answer: Tribal Alliances, Heart-felt Convictions, Passionate Reason, Random Abandon, Sustainable Civility and a kiss; to comfort the sad and the mad Ones; the Ones roaming the International section of the American Supermarket at night; or roaming the neglected streets looking for an angry malaprop to sink their teeth into; the Ones who seek without seeking and learn as much as they teach; the Ones who embrace and kiss and embrace again; the Ones who sing the song of the city and the ballads of the forest; the Ones who chant the rhythm of the sea and hum the melody of the desert; the Ones who sing the prayer of Her name and Her name is the World. Yes, those are the Ones.

-- Justice Putnam
"Conversations with the Audience"


Man, Girl and Broken Window, Klamath Falls, Oregon / copyright Justice Putnam


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