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Moving Right Along
First week of March
~ This Month's Favorite Picture ~
MASTER of human destinies am I!
Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait.
Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate
Deserts and seas remote, and passing by
Hovel and mart and palace -- soon or late
I knock, unbidden, once at every gate!
If sleeping, wake -- if feasting, rise before
I turn away. It is the hour of fate,
And they who follow me reach every state
Mortals desire, and conquer every foe
Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate,
Condemned to failure, penury, and woe,
Seek me in vain and uselessly implore.
I answer not, and I return no more!
Patchogue Folk Festival
Saturday March 22nd |
71 East Main Street Patchogue, NY
Long Island Pulse Article
The heart of winter in northern Maine is frigid, unforgiving and ostensibly opaque. Robert Bruey, who grew up in this region and left as a young man, nevertheless considered the winter to be a season of magical resonance. Bruey, who often expresses himself in poetic shorthand, conjured up one vivid memory of a frozen night: “The moon shining on the snow made midnight seem as day.” Those brazenly short days, along with the brutal cold, also affected his psyche. “The stillness and quiet of winter cleared my mind and allowed only thought to be heard,” he said. These themes of finding light in the darkness and appreciating how silence is a magnetic space that aids in the crystallization of thought and emotion are clearly echoed in Bruey’s life and music. See More