The Yard Dance 8
labyrinth
Labyrinth - find find your way out . . . (remember, left hand on the wall always succeeds)
Hildegard von Bingen
A short choral song in the style of Abbess Hildegard von Bingen. If not HvB, then your ideal composer of any kind.
WHY RAIN, WHY?
THE CONTRAST IN COLOR POTRAY'S THE STORM LOOMING OVER OUR LOCAL COMMERCIAL FISHERIES
Yard Snake
This snake visited the The Yard three times. In one day. It slithered through a hole and danced across the floor that YOU ARE STANDING ON RIGHT NOW. Don't worry, we plugged the hole. Or did we?
Moondog
This is a story from my New York City life during the late 50's. I was getting a Master's, riding the subways to work and classes at NYU. I saw Moondog standing in a trance on a street corner - probably in Midtown somewhere. He stood positively still, eyes closed, holding his "stave" in front of him - possibly for balance. My conservative self thought he was magical, a creature from way out - he wore an all green outfit that appeared to be in triangles. I was fascinated. Later I learned that he was a musician and I bought his LP. A year or so after, I was boarding a very crowded subway. As I groped for balance, I grabbed a pole. There was a small murmur from other passengers - into my horror I discovered that the passenger seated in front of me was also holding the pole and it was Moondog. I tried to apologize, but he made no movement and didn't say anything. I guess he was in a trance.
