Sunday night is... Tommy James and the Shondells

Mony Mony by Tommy James and the Shondells (1968)

Isn't Wiki wonderful for information like this? There is something about the Nehru jacket, the blur, the still camera and the simple but raw quality of music that is a kind of poetry. Sometimes I think I should write a set of poems about songs and singers just at the edges of historical vision, the périphérique of the ragged moment. So do it. Why not?

The rest of today has been spent translating and in continual communication about the Petition to the Poetry Society Board of Trustees to reinstate the Director. We have well over a thousand signatures now and a press release is in preparation.

One cycle ride, almost hot in the sun, over The Lizard, over the road bridge, round the back lanes and home. About forty minutes.