#tapscott

[apoemaday]

Don't Go Far Off

by Pablo Neruda tr. Stephen Tapscott

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because– because–I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you’ll have gone so far I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? 

[marcolikestowatch]

James Tapscott

[whisperthatruns]

Morning XXVII

Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: you have moon-lines, apple-pathways: naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba; you have vines and stars in your hair; naked, you are spacious and yellow as summer in a golden church. Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails--- curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born and you withdraw to the underground world, as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores: your clear light dims, gets dressed---drops its leaves--- and becomes a naked hand again.

Pablo Neurda, tr. Stephen Tapscott, reprinted in Things that Dream: Contemporary Calligraphic Artists' Books / Cosas que sueñan: Libros de artistas caligráficos contemporáneos (Stanford University Libraries, 2012)

[abdulaziz2023]

من أعمال الفنان الأسترالي جيمس تابسكوت، الضباب يطوق جسر عبور على النهر في مهرجان جبال الألب الياباني.

James Tapscott,  Ring of mist encircles river-crossing bridge at the the Japan alps art festival.

[burlveneer-music]

Pan Afrikan Peoples Arkestra - 60 Years - one archival track for each decade from the 1960s through the 2010s

This release is the culmination of 60 years of Black history through sound. Since its conception in 1961, the Ark has had a mission echoed by every director since Horace Tapscott himself, "To preserve the music of Black composers, dead or alive. To perform this music in our neighborhoods, for our people." The institution of the Arkestra fostered a culture of community, spirituality, Black empowerment, and most importantly, love. I am forever indebted to my ancestors and grateful to you, reading this message, for your part in the music as a listener. Peace. - Mekala Session These recordings were collected and assembled by The Village & PAPA Individual song credits can be found within each track link Mixed, Mastered and Remastered by Wayne Peet Art by Jay Curry

[fuchsiaswingsong]

Listen to: Eternal Egypt Suite by Horace Tapscott with the Pan Afrikan Peoples Arkestra

[muzantropic]

Horace Tapscott with the Pan-Afrikan Peoples Arkestra - Desert Fairy Princess

[jazzlibertines]

Starting off lovely with the HORACE TAPSCOTT QUINTET, this edition of Jazz Libertines heads into deeper cavities and neural pathways with an hour of blasters and ear-scrapers, including some new-ish stuff from COLIN WEBSTER & MATTHEW GRIGG and JOHN KRAUSBAEUR & PATRICK SHIROISHI. After a clanger from BALLISTER (pictured), we end with some truly inspired freedom from CHARLES GAYLE and a 1994 trio date at The Knitting Factory in NYC.

Listen to Jazz Libertines #16.

Track listing:

HORACE TAPSCOTT QUINTET - Your Child

COLIN WEBSTER & MATTHEW GRIGG - Soft Atom

JOHN KRAUSBAEUR & PATRICK SHIROISHI - High Life

BALLISTER - Release Levers 

CHARLES GAYLE w/ SUNNY MURRAY & WILLIAM PARKER - Lord Lord

[xqueenybeebooks]

I Read The Masked Fae

Title: The Masked Fae Author: Shari L. Tapscott Tags: historical, fantasy, romance, fae prince, not really a love triangle, grumpy male lead, beauty and the beast retelling Spice: Fade to Black Cliffhanger: No CW: familial abuse, ruling through fear, attempted murder, implied murder of a child, human slavery (let me know if I should add others)

Read More for Review (Spoiler-Lite)

When I realized partway through this book that there were very strong Beauty and the Beast elements I had to take a moment to assess how I predictable I am. One of my favorite versions of the fairy tale involves Beauty living in the castle and being visited in her dreams by a beautiful and mysterious prince that gives her cryptic messages and advice. So when the Masked Man starts giving Alice cryptic advice when he visits her on her balcony at night, suffice to say I was having a great time.

The main female character is Alice. She is a talented painter that is going to the home of the local Fae aristocracy in order to bargain for the release of her older brother, who gambled away their home in a game of cards. She's fair and witty, and exceptionally stubborn. I enjoyed her taking the knowledge that copper was poisonous to Fae and getting herself a small weapon, however, I thought her use of the tool left much to be desired. She was fun, but I think I just wanted her to be a bit more kick-ass.

Brahm is the titular Masked Fae (who is also the first prince of a matriarchal fae kingdom) who dons the mask in order to help lost humans return to their side of the bridge before they get caught by goblins or nefarious fae. It is through Brahm that we learn most about this part of Faerie and it's history, which is about ten different shades of fucked up. He is a broody, intelligent fae prince who loves his siblings and his people and does his best to protect them with the truly limited power that he has. His backstory lines up really well with his personality and I genuinely just want all three of the siblings to all be happy.

The world of this book is very dynamic and it feels like we are only seeing a small sliver of the larger world, which I really appreciate. It definitely feels like the type of world where multiple stories could take place on the same continent and all be very fresh because the reader would uncover various pieces of the world through all of the different characters.

The plot was pretty fun, there's a scene involving acorns in a childhood fort that I thought was extremely cute. However, I thought that the finale felt a bit rushed, though perhaps that was the point considering it felt like a lot of things happened in a very short amount of time.

Overall I would recommend this book to someone who likes fae romance and wants something on the cleaner side.

[olaskoolkitchen]

Ola's Kool Kitchen podcast 480 with snazzy sounds from The Nude Party, Michael James Tapscott, Pale Blue Eyes, Mary Jane, The Black Angels, The Dodos & SRSQ.

[apoemaday]

If You Forget Me

by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

[derangedrhythms]

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets/Cien sonetos de amor; from ‘I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair…’, tr. Stephen Tapscott

[lindenardenshighlights]

Oakland #22

Oakland #22: windows at Tapscott Building

[jpbjazz]

Horace Tapscott

[addictedtostorytelling]

“i love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so i love you because i know no other way than this: where i does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep.”

—pablo neruda, “sonnet xvii,” translated by stephen tapscott