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delphi has been ever so gently nudging Ivan E. Coyote at me for...at least a year now (D, I do listen; swear! My brain just has the attention span of a gadfly) Anyway, I've been slowly sifting through recs after I fell in love with Andrea Gibson's spoken word stuff, and today seemed like a good day to look at Coyote.
Their work is not quite as easily accessible as Gibson's--they seem to love the festival circuit, and not produce a lot of albums, though I'm hoping youtube recordings will be fairly prolific. But one of the immediately accessible bits is "Birdsong Part II" and I'm hollowed out, raw at the vulnerability and ferocity; experiences that ring slightly different than mine, but close enough that almost every sentence feels like being struck with a tuning fork.
Certain phrases keep reverberating: suit of sequins and steel. new name: sir never sirred. But especially that last; a name both wryly poking fun at how fucking often we get misgendered, but also lampshading so much pain; alchemizing it into strength and humor and joy.
It leaves me breathless and semi-incoherent in the best possible way:
delphi has been ever so gently nudging Ivan E. Coyote at me for...at least a year now (D, I do listen; swear! My brain just has the attention span of a gadfly) Anyway, I've been slowly sifting through recs after I fell in love with Andrea Gibson's spoken word stuff, and today seemed like a good day to look at Coyote.Their work is not quite as easily accessible as Gibson's--they seem to love the festival circuit, and not produce a lot of albums, though I'm hoping youtube recordings will be fairly prolific. But one of the immediately accessible bits is "Birdsong Part II" and I'm hollowed out, raw at the vulnerability and ferocity; experiences that ring slightly different than mine, but close enough that almost every sentence feels like being struck with a tuning fork.
Certain phrases keep reverberating: suit of sequins and steel. new name: sir never sirred. But especially that last; a name both wryly poking fun at how fucking often we get misgendered, but also lampshading so much pain; alchemizing it into strength and humor and joy.
It leaves me breathless and semi-incoherent in the best possible way:
