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Music Presentation Jail Guitar Doors
Spoon Jackson
Music Presentation, Jail Guitar Doors, Wayne Kramer. What is music? Music is the hawk’s call. Music is the silence [inaudible]. Music is the wave of motion at night. Music is the bellows of a wolf,… Full Transcript
What Does it Say if Dogs Get Better Treatment than Inmates
Spoon Jackson
“What Does it Say if Dogs Get Better Treatment than Inmates?” The dogs marched under the barb wired razor and electric fencing across the prison yard into the cell block five. Paws for Life, a… Full Transcript
Struggle To Be
Spoon Jackson
“Struggle To Be.” I don’t want to give loneliness freelance to do its thing, but ultimately, sometimes it happens anyway. So long it has been since my body has been where it wanted to go.… Full Transcript
Excerpt from “By Heart”
Spoon Jackson
This is Spoon Jackson, at Solano State Prison, and, uh, I wanted to let the people know about my latest podcast on the commutation in California, Color of Mercy, and, uh, how the Governor Brown… Full Transcript
How Long
Spoon Jackson
I dreamt about you once, when tiny raindrops cascaded across the windowpane. I dreamt about you once, when the snowflakes covered the woodlands and made it too cold to go outside for weeks. I dreamt… Full Transcript
Denied
Spoon Jackson
Denied. This life, a collection of sweet and bitter memories. The dreams are fantasies, made up of forgotten tomorrow that may be played out or remain forever lost, deep within the deception of the mind.… Full Transcript
In A Heavy Way
Spoon Jackson
I do not understand this drought in letters; it’s like a stream in Death Valley. I’ve been writing a lot of poetry. Perhaps they are letters to myself, for loneliness has touched me in every… Full Transcript
Not A Poet
Spoon Jackson
No more butterflies, flowers, love, and candy-coated lies. I am not a poet. I’m just a gesture in life, clowning and amusing readers with words. My writing is not ambiguous, hiding truth behind veils. It… Full Transcript
No Moon
Color of Mercy
Holidays
Beauty in Cell Bars
Spoon Jackson
Beauty in cell bars. We locked ourselves up. Not because of the bars and steel that surrounds us. Not because life doesn’t bend to our every whim. But because of the projections we placed onto… Full Transcript
Go On
Spoon Jackson
My name is Spoon Jackson in that New Folsom Prison. And the title of the poem I’m reading is “Go On.” I cannot go on like this, but I will go on, on and on… Full Transcript
This one is, uh, for Mary Oliver. I didn’t know she had passed on. Callalily. Walking tonight, watching the plants, sharing moments in space with them. I looked inside a Callalily and saw a fat,… Full Transcript