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holy cow

by Jen Taylor

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1.
atalanta 04:34
everyone is watching atalanta run no one can catch her, not even one but they try atalanta's running with wings on her feet when atalanta's running, no one can beat her she flies king iasos left her to die - his infant daughter on the mountainside but she thrived and now everyone is watching atalanta run everyone is dreaming they are the one who can fly atalanta speared the caledonian boar and saved ancient greece deadly but too beautiful to join the quest for the golden fleece- jason said no she who lives freely is misunderstood she likes it best alone in the woods under the sky the forest is singing, can you hear the trees? the creatures are talking, they don't care what you think and the gift is this life and a star
2.
fish 03:49
last night the moon lodged in my sleeve if i were different i'd be thanking jesus keep a silver dollar in my coat i pretend it's lucky until i'm broke long ago lived the libyan sibyl she always left you with a little riddle oh fish who swims 'long side me we both love water and are slimy yet 'tis i hold in my hand two worlds - one water & one the land amphibian they do call me preferring vision to mastery
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holy cow 04:45
there is an eye there is a feather there is a moon that sits in her head-dress there is a soul who could have done better, she gives the dead chances forever oh holy cow, o holy cow dear god will see you now I left a place of weightless illusion taken by grace to gravity’s confusion I seek a place and I seek a solution I saw a face and I also heard music dear god will see me now who plays for keeps when times are a-changing? rise to your feet saddles are blazing; look to the east ask what is Nabta Playa – what does it mean and why is it forgotten? dear god we see you now hathor, isis is hiding- do you still laugh at dying? hathor, stargazers’ secret it’s really nice to see you. helen’s face launched 1,000 ships I’ve heard it said it was really her hips some people thought a woman could be stolen some people fought so no one could own her dear god I see you now amazons came to the aid of the trojans they met their match on the field in their boldness achilles took penthesilea down he cried afterwards her beauty bummed him out.
4.
spare wings 03:44
there is time, there are places there is time, so many faces there are needs, so much desire and only seeds survive this fire in the beginning there was the word and this was the beginning, how absurd flesh was the beginning, massing matter to form from one womb to another, mysterious transformation is my flesh dirty, is it obscene- what do the boys see when they look at me? is my flesh dirty, is it obscene? that word meant holy before latin or greek but 3,000 years of lexigraphic change left my sisters' bodies in a state of defamation a prostitute was a priestess, that's what that word meant oracular vision, mary magdalene was mary dirty, was she obscene? st. augustine thought so, but jesus never did don't you know the ones who talk now, talk too much? don't you know the ones who come out don't know quite what for? don't you know the ones who call out, this is a surprise - didn't quite open their eyes soon enough what makes the apple fall to the ground? the desire to be eaten - the action that sets the seed free
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always 03:41
I don’t always make things better I don’t always take my time I don’t always mail my letters I don’t always like what’s mine I don’t always say I love you I don’t always say thank you & please I don’t always look in the mirror I don’t always brush my teeth I don’t always cry about dinner I don’t always chase falling leaves I usually notice sunset I don’t always land on my feet I don’t always keep my own secrets I don’t always know what I need I’m not always watching xena I don’t always snore when I sleep i don't always play kickball at recess i don't always come in first i don't always have a temper i don't always show when I’m hurt I don’t always bother my brother I know he loves me deep down inside I don’t always tell my mother every thing about my life I don’t always say what I want to I don’t always say what I mean I don’t always believe in immortality I don’t always think before I speak I don’t always make people smile I don’t always wait for my turn I don’t always talk back to teachers I don’t always remember what I learned I don’t always have scrapes on my knees I don’t always show instead of tell I don’t always hit the ball when I swing but I catch things very well written for Eli Taylor, with love, Auntie Jenny
6.
be a tornado, crank it up when hot meets cold systems of pressure, one above and one below thinking in pictures, thinking not in words- thinking in pictures, can you see what i just heard? be a coyote, tell the truth and say you lied see who believes you, then sit down and cry and cry be a tsunami, pull it in to let it go how come the animals get away but people don't? be a volcano, sleep and sleep 'til you explode be a buddha, don't tell anyone what you know thinking in pictures... the sun came a-honking like a goose in my dreams did you know the amazons were ladies swinging in the trees? something will happen tonight when you go to sleep, i will come find you and you'll fly away with me do you remember gryphons and lion-birds? do you surrender what you know to what you've heard? so what does it matter different paths to the same goal i have lost all fear of men, we must let the children know be a coyote, laugh and laugh 'til you explode love everybody, turn your tail and hit the road
7.
home 04:13
the sun is a furious star i'm gonna drive there, got wings on my car things are curious from the sky nothing is blurry but i'm speeding by i'm home dirt-cracked people speak of liquid days liquid poetry pours from my legs i find the light within and i go home greeks called her helios egyptians ra i call her friend and a gentle warrior the sun is blinded by her own light she speaks in the shadows and listens at night takes me home
8.
gypsy 04:36
you come from far away with pictures in your eyes of coffee shops and morning streets in the blue and silent sunrise but night is the cathedral where we recognized the sign we strangers know each other now as part of the whole design hold me like a baby that will not go to sleep curl me up inside you and let me hear you through the heat you are the jester of this courtyard with a smile like a girl's distracted by the women with the dimples and the curls by the pretty and the mischievous, by the timid and the blessed by the blowing skirts of ladies who promise to gather you to their feet hold me like a baby that will not go to sleep curl me up inside you and let me hear you through the heat you have hands of raining water and that earring in your ear the wisdom on your face denies the number of your years with the fingers of the potter and the laughing tale of the fool the arranger of disorder with your strange and simple rules yes, now i've met me another spinner of strange and gauzy threads with a long and slender body and a bump upon the head hold me like a baby... with a long and slender body and the sweetest, softest hands and we'll blow away forever soon and go on to different lands please do not ever look for me but with me you will stay and you will hear yourself in song blowing by one day
9.
sally's song 01:36
i know you buried your bone cause there's dirt on your nose; and in your eyes the world is mostly houses trapped by roads- look, there goes a runner chasing her is funner than listening to you! a walk is a living poem, there's no place like home- water is a place you can lick the sky and sometimes i find myself there if i could fly i would always take the long way

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Jen Taylor's musings examine the dualistic nature of human thought and deliver a veritable theogony of Goddesses and ancient bad girls from the Egyptian Hathor to modern day Xena Warrior Princess. Her focus is on re-wilding and the modern-ancient soul.

Whimsical and dark, from the enigmatic Thinking in Pictures to the call to arms that Holy Cow is, Taylor takes you on a journey from coyote trickster energy to Penthesilea’s last stand at Troy. A hopeful voice in strange times, she's Woolf with a room and a ukulele.

Her video work tugs at our cultural amnesias and personal mythologies.

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released August 21, 2014

Featuring Taylor on ukulele, vocals, guitar & keyboard. For the songs Fish, Thinking in Pictures and Home, also featuring Justin Vood Good on gypsy jazz guitar, Hans Lohse on percussion, accordion and flute, & Chris Brown on acoustic bass.

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Jen Taylor East Haddam, Connecticut

Jen Taylor is a musician, Co-Executive Director of The Sanctuary (a solar-powered 501c-3), and Artistic Director of OmFly (re-wilding for domesticated times through circus arts, trapeze & flying yoga).

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