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Jill Raggett

A Partial Benefit for Black Lives Matter Cambridge

“in loving memory of my grandmother, Silvia. Thank you for teaching me the art of healing.”

A Northern Mockingbird had just decided that the little tree between my building and BU’s softball field was the best place for it to spend the summer. The Mockingbird and I were similar in many ways. We both had an industrial lexicon of tunes we knew how to perform and we didn’t know each other’s gender. However, there was a crucial difference. The bird was a bohemian. I wanted to sit down and marvel at my new neighbor, but I had class in the mornings. I recorded the bird singing over the night. The next day I laid down on my bed with my Zoom recorder and my Sennheiser headphone to hear if my unlawful recording of the bird was worth breaking Mass’ section 99.  It was all very beautiful; there were plenty of foreign calls that remi…Then I heard it: the bird was mimicking a car alarm. I recognized the sound and the warning it contained.

Song for my people. We find peace on the solitude of the night. Elune adore