We work between a highway-
and a graveyard-
Hewing stock for a little bridge.
Sometimes the gods favor us with fair grain and following knots.
But froward grain can take the romance out of hewing.
Those cars and the people inside them, doppler-effecting the very air around us as they go to Boston to fix bodies or solve equations or manage capital–they’re all traveling on straight lines. At least, they mean to.
We chase lines as well–blue and unimaginative lines–toward our next paycheck. It’s more than that, of course, but still the lines remain fixed and rigid.
And when we come away from the line, it’s ok, I suppose, in the larger scheme of things. We have existential mysteries to ponder and beards to snot.
We are musing while hewing:
Log post blog post
Lipstick on a chicken-
Somebody stop us.
It’s cold out. That slows us.
Carry on with your hoodied-self.
Two hewers making their axes chunk-chunk-chunk at the same time, keeping time, keeping lines between the highway and the graveyard.
The throaty winding gears of the school bus tell us it’s 3:30 and time for dads to meet their sons and daughters at the edge of the driveway-
And put down their tools for a little while to help with other things…
Lines yielding in that place between the highway and the graveyard.
Special thanks to Michael Burrey, Justin Keegan, and Dave Wheelock.
3 more weeks to catch Debo Band (pronounced Deb-O) at Lizard Lounge in Cambridge, MA! They will play each Thursday night, January 30th, February 6th and 13th. Think Ethiopian pop, American soul & funk, and lots of brass creating an absolutely unique and wonderful sound. You will move your feet. And…Justin’s cousin Pj is the band’s bassist to boot! Maybe we’ll see you there.