While Motown was crossing over into everyone’s listening, the music that I thought of as ‘soul” music, although I kept my mouth shut to avoid controversy, I didn’t think Motown very soulful whatsoever.
"And so the silenced voices, the voices cast out of the decisions have no songs to sing."
Did you see the animated film Happy Feet? I saw it once years ago but can't find a copy. That line from your essay vividly brought back scenes from that movie. I am copying your essay/poem to reread when I have time to reflect.
I'm writing a new song that I can share with others. I can't stop trying to unite us for the common good against the morbidly rich who want the rest of it, even though it will be the end of us all, including them.
I don’t recall seeing Happy Feet. I believe it came out close in time to a documentary on penguins and I preferred the documentary. But I might have nevertheless been influenced in some way by what others said or advertisements. But of course one always hopes one’s remarks spark memories that spark creativity. So thank you for permitting me to do so.
And when you find the song, we will all sing it, the song that melts the golden better right off the silver spoons. The song that opens all of our voices to recognizing the “morbidly rich” or morbidly deformed specimens of humanity and how well we will be better without them obfuscating the rest of our songs into pleas instead of joy.
"And so the silenced voices, the voices cast out of the decisions have no songs to sing."
Did you see the animated film Happy Feet? I saw it once years ago but can't find a copy. That line from your essay vividly brought back scenes from that movie. I am copying your essay/poem to reread when I have time to reflect.
I'm writing a new song that I can share with others. I can't stop trying to unite us for the common good against the morbidly rich who want the rest of it, even though it will be the end of us all, including them.
I don’t recall seeing Happy Feet. I believe it came out close in time to a documentary on penguins and I preferred the documentary. But I might have nevertheless been influenced in some way by what others said or advertisements. But of course one always hopes one’s remarks spark memories that spark creativity. So thank you for permitting me to do so.
And when you find the song, we will all sing it, the song that melts the golden better right off the silver spoons. The song that opens all of our voices to recognizing the “morbidly rich” or morbidly deformed specimens of humanity and how well we will be better without them obfuscating the rest of our songs into pleas instead of joy.