Blues & Haikus

Welcome to Blues and Haikus — a home for minstrels, misfits, poets and mystics, and all other shards of broken mirrors still reflecting light.

Blues and Haikus seeks to explore the notion of a higher or perhaps primordial Americana that runs underneath the geological crust of our continent. This ethereal continental body itself a sort of spiritual water table, or a vast network of underground rivers.

Every continent has this ethereal folk spirit, and they all are particular to the people who inhabit them.

This higher Americana has nothing whatsoever to do with human migration; think or it as the spiritual substrata of the continent, from snout to tail lengthwise and hip to hip latitudinally. Or, alternatively, from Kaffekluben Island [Greenland] to Cocos Island [Costa Rica].

This being might be evidenced in everything from ancient cave paintings, primeval myths, and in the strange and violent bewilderment that overtook the increasingly matter-bound denizens of European sea peoples.

We’ve been conditioned to think that everything good about this country can be reduced to one measure: material wealth. That is not the soul of this continent and most of us know that.

From Black Elk to Wendell Berry, let’s get back to the real deal.