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The Fury of Sundays (sample)

by Laila Salins

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Music: Laila Salins - voice and chamber jazz ensemble
Poetry: Anne Sexton
Photo of Laila Salins: Jim Matus

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The Fury of Sundays

Moist, moist, the heat leaking through the hinges,
sun baking the roof like a pie and I and thou and she eating, working, sweating, droned up on the heat.
The sun as read as the cop car siren. The sun as red as the algebra marks.
The sun as red as two electric eyeballs. She wanting to take a bath in jello.
You and me sipping vodka and soda, ice cubes melting like the Virgin Mary. You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines, all this leprous day and then
more vodka, more soda and the pond forgiving our bodies,
the pond sucking out the throb. Our bodies were trash.
We leave them on the shore. I and thou and she swim like minnows,
losing all our queens and kings, losing our heels and our tongues,
cool, cool, all day that Sunday in July when we were young

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released January 28, 2013
Performers: Laila Salins, vocals; Jamie Reynolds, piano; Matt Wigton, bass; Fred Kennedy, drums

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laila salins New York, New York

"Captivated the crowd" (NY Times), "exceptional in her singing ability and performing intensity (Zurich Times), Latvian vocalist Laila Salins has enjoyed a richly diverse musical career, performing chamber music, world music, jazz, tango, and music theater/opera, performing widely in Europe, the US, Canada and Australia. Her new CD, Elevator into the Sky, is with jazz chamber ensemble. ... more

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