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The Marathon of Your Smile
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A. Molotkov: vocals, spoken voice, keyboards, dumbek
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Intelligent avant garde
A. Molotkov is a writer, composer, filmmaker and visual artist, and co-founder of the Inflectionist poetry movement. Born in St. Petersburg, he arrived in the U.S. in 1990 and switched to writing in English in 1993. He is the author of several novels, short story and poetry collections and the winner of the 2011 Boone’s Dock Press poetry chapbook contest for his “True Stories from the Future”. His first CD, "Can You Stay Forever?" (2005) was well-received by the critics. His second CD is completed as of October 2011 - distribution options are being investigated.
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Alternative • Experimental
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Peak #75
Peak in subgenre #21
Author
music: AM. Words: Mankh - Walter E. Harris III
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@A. Molotkov, Mankh
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October 11, 2011
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:06
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In a mango grove a Kenyan oils the soles of his feet because he is a long way from home. Forty days and forty nights in the desert and he has come out smiling from underneath the sacred fig of a Bodhi tree and onto the unforgiving pavement beneath a marathon of leaves, a panoply of exquisite colors, a busybody of nuisance. This is not the hundred-yard-dash of a previous lifetime nor the abrupt thrust of a weightlifter's clean-and-jerk-- this is the marathon of your smile. Through the dark ages of your frown, through the crusades of your bigotous torture, through the gulags and ovens and trail of tears of your demise, and the gitmo of your wrenched lips, to rows of townhouses like Bogart's upper teeth in the face of a coastal wind, in defense of the oppressed. Your teeth as crooked and happy as the streets of Greenwich Village, your eyes a Renaissance of colors, your mouth an Elizabethan dialogue, your nose and ears and eyelashes an incomparable Golden Age, your smile an age-old prophecy of doves biding their time. It is a sad story, it is a happy story. This is your life and for you i sing, and breathe, and warble, a White-breasted Nuthatch the size of your heart, the marathon of your smile in the face of winter coming.
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