More Noses 2
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Reading a blog about water traffic, you might be surprised to find a
fixation sometimes about noses, like the first in this series, then Marco’s
NEW nose, ...
15 hours ago
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| Betsy Wyeth (1921 - 2020) |

Last night, Ellis Marsalis went away,Piano keys tug at their locks and rend their robes,And each in their seclusion weeps so silently.No second line,No coming home of acolytes,The many musician daughters and sons,Emissaries of the old man to many places,To share the gift.None may returnTo ring the bell,To celebrate,To mourn.In the emptiness of St. Peter's SquareA lonely Pope stood before GodAnd called me from afar, 9That I too may join with him in prayer, Make my return, give thanksAs thanks we must.In solitude, we remember.In cells of marble ormade of simpler things,We weep.Ellis Marsalis carried the spiritual imagination of the city in his music. Pianists, however, have no role in burial parades — the work of marching brass bands. When Dolores, his wife and soulmate of more than 57 years died in 2017, Ellis stood outside Mater Dolorosa Catholic Church as his musician sons — Branford, Wynton, Delfeayo, Jason — raised their horns in tribute to their mother with a large brass band assemblage playing "I'll Fly Away." All six sons had grown up going to the church. As Ellis' life ended, the brothers faced the task of burial under emergency conditions.