#ralph black

[soulmusicsongs]

Way Cross Town - Billy Larkin and The Delegates, Introducing Ralph Black (Dr. Feelgood, 1968)

[soulmusicsongs]

On Broadway - Billy Larkin and The Delegates, Introducing Ralph Black (Dr. Feelgood, 1968)

[bostonpoetryslam]

The snow keeps pouring like God’s own blindness out of the tintype sky. A truck’s gearing-down at the top of the hill, gray-tones sifting into sepia.

Ralph Black, "Self-Portrait in Winter," published on The Bakery

[xtoq]

You're nothing short of my everything.

Ralph Block

[shchai-blog]

John Ruskin Considers the Nature of Water, Circa 1842

 A found poem from Ruskin's Modern Painters

Now the fact is that there is hardly a roadside pond or pool which has not as much landscape in it as above it. It is not the dull, muddy, brown thing we suppose it to be; it has a heart like ourselves, and in the bottom of that there are the boughs of the tall trees, and the blades of the shaking grass, and all manner of hues, of variable, pleasant light out of the sky; nay, the ugly gutter that stagnates over the drain bars, in the heart of the foul city, is not altogether base; down in that, if you will look deep enough, you may see the dark, serious blue of far-off sky, and the passing of pure clouds.

[growing-orbits-blog]

I want to ask directions for places called for what they are: Snow-Light, Weather-Home, Denali. I want to stand at the center of the swirling globe, miles from the city, and know for once the unwinding of a place, the patiences and passions: how a river willow is cut and bent to a snare, how a marmot pads toward it— the whole morning blue with precision.

A City Letter to the Country (excerpt) by Ralph Black