Who is on the plum tree?
Susie Bertie is one of those voices that sits quietly in shadows. She does not proclaim herself. She does not seek attention. She quietly weaves a magic spell with her words and invites you into a cinnamon, jasmine world of sensuous tone and textures. But Susie is a subversive voice. Her spices, though sweet, are quirky and tinged always with the underlying pathos that stalks every true artist.I asked Susie to write something for us. And Susie, being Susie, chose to celebrate the song-writer. The song can be a little celebrated form of wonderful poetry that sees us all through our rebellious, reflective, questing years and sustains us in our Autumn ones. I celebrate you today Susie. Thank you for being you!
I have had a lucky streak …. a fair number of years in the company of some stellar songwriters – one of my favorites – songwriter, singer of songs and musician Darrell Scott. Darrell writes songs that lean into the deep cuts of this land ; a little Country, a little Americana, a whole fishing bucket of poetry. There is timeless essence here, and to tap that elxir, to weave that spell … well, any tribe of traveling minstrels or poets strive for that alchemy.
Darrell stands silver on a Tennessee mountain top as a solo artist. Through his collaborations with Tim O’Brien, Mary Gauthier, Robert Plant and many others, he seems to deepen his craft, his heart and his country roots. A favorite? Oh my … it depends on my mood, and Darrell’s songs can certainly affect that … but I have to lead with Some Other Time off his A Crooked Road CD and Long Time Gone
Darrell is a consummate wordsmith, leading me to explore the relationship of words, their math, their proximity to what matters most ….. a song – a story, a trust between listener & poet, a scribed journey into a mythic soulfulness ….. he illuminates things that have always been …. a knowing spirit.
Poetry …. is this interior construct for me …. a souls architecture of risings and leanings, a narrative set to some private, ancient fiddlers melody .
Poetry …. is this tugging need to … for just one moment, one breath, one length of a feeling …. illuminate something that carries a weight of truth and a certain divinity … be it love, loss, some crystal realization, a taste, a smell …. that something more that is life’s ballast, life’s dust mote … something that defines our shared human stardusty selves.