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Category: Little Epiphanies

  • The River Knows Your Name

    The River Knows Your Name

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    by Kevin Carrel Footer 19 November 2015 I played a town last night that I once lived in. When I got there I saw my name up in marquee lights. I guess there’s a little part of everyone who wants to go back to the town you once lived and find your name up in…

  • Systems of Light

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    by Kevin Carrel Footer 8 November 2015 Ruidoso, NM – Like planetary systems we float through the universe. Pre-Galilean, there is a dull planet and a plethora of shimmering stars. The stars are ours, if we choose them. Or we can be the dull inert thing that wobbles uncertainly towards its end. Out on the…

  • The Quiet Rage of Rivers

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    by Kevin Carrel Footer (Austin TX – 1 November 2015) … When you hit the Texas border, you come plumb up against the myth. Everything in Texas is big. The state is big. The trucks are big. The cowboy hats and flags are big. The attitude is bigger still. At first it comes as a…

  • Why Did the Angels Leave This World?

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    I wrote this poem, then set it to music with the help of my friends Jorge Rabito, Joaquin Sellan, Fabián “Sapo” Miodownik. Here are the words/lyrics, for those who want to see them written out… 1. Passengers all we toe the line Thrust screaming into life So soon its time to go again Abandoned once,…

  • We Need Some New Heroes

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    by Kevin Carrel Footer 13 October 2015 I have been driving across the US for several months on tour with my band. One thing that bothers me is that everywhere I go I see highways dedicated to veterans, to fallen police officers, to those who died violent deaths. (Occasionally politicians too… but don’t even get…

  • I Chase the Wisdom of Day and Night

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    The wisdom of the night is sensuous and dark and ecstatic. It is the wisdom of the joyous gulp, the stolen kiss, the whispered truth. It is the wisdom of moments whose happening becomes instantly eternal and timeless. It is the bursting open of the soul. The wisdom of the day is slow and steady.…

  • Carlitos Steps Out

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    [et_pb_section][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] Carlitos was back and his friends were coming up to him to say hello. His guardian angel, the woman of the flowing silver mane, had brought him to the milonga at the Confiteria Ideal where he had been a regular until his illness. He had been hit…

  • Waters That Quench

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    [et_pb_section][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_image admin_label=”Image” src=”http://kevincarrelfooter.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/tanque-australiano-watermark.jpg” show_in_lightbox=”off” url_new_window=”off” animation=”left” sticky=”off” align=”left” force_fullwidth=”off” always_center_on_mobile=”on” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] [/et_pb_image][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] I made an offering recently in the sand. I sat and watched as the waters of the Atlantic reclaimed it, advancing at first like a tentative squirrel inching toward a proffered nut; then like…

  • Big Banal Lake

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    [et_pb_section][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] By Kevin Carrel Footer The enormous lake, all 616 square kilometres of it, was, I declared, banal. How, I was asked, could a lake be “banal”? Wasn’t I mistaken, wouldn’t another word be better? But I stuck by my description because, explicable or not, it was true.…