I love Nina Simone. She used a lexicon of her own discovery and it made her a master translator. I would’ve loved to have seen what she would’ve done with Borges. I’ve started reading Wilde. It’d be neat to have seen what she’d do with that fop as well. For whatever reasons, it hasn’t been until hearing her sing, “Suzanne,” that I even comprehended what Leonard Cohen put down.

Love and spirituality. We dance a little and then remember God. Rhythm. Isn’t that just life?


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