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Bojan Louis - "D​ó​lii", for voice & electric tenor guitar

from This Is America - An Anthology 2020​-​2021 (ICR023) by Johnny Gandelsman

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Dólii is a poem and solo work for guitar. The words and music are intended to be woven together like a helix strand. The written poem forms its own structure of couplets and tercets that shift the rhythm and cadence of the lines.

For Diné, dólii is bluebird, a guide and bringer of storms. The poem and composition are for my daughter. - Bojan Louis

"Dolii" was generously commissioned by Tippett Rise Art Center ( Fishtail, MT)

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Dólii

A sweetgrass field, glistened with raw kerosene—
fumes rising in translucent overlays of orchids

—the heavens are thick with such illusory miasma;
arsenic hot winds, an aching drouth, love’s inability to quell.

The mothering of your nalii wasn’t picture book perfect;
a river in need of un-dammed tributaries; torrents
to trickles, floodplains to fallout, nest of the dried dead.

The apples off the tree aren’t crisp anymore. The midnight
deer have ceased visiting so I don’t dream of them

and they desire less, the tree’s pruning. There isn’t any sun,
there isn’t any fun, when rays and rains become absent.

Look over at the approaching darkness, not a darkening storm
wetting the horizon, but an all sleep forever silencing. Your
light is waiting, the future waning, be cautious of promises.

In the world before we washed up here humanity lay asunder.
Beds of tinder thistle in a lion’s skull and the carcasses of bees;

a hibernating queen, a deserted honeycomb. I’ll rest here and wait,
strike up a forest and make a riverbed from the blindness of my eyes.

When cool gusts precede the rains that you bring, and the weak
branches of palo verde and mesquite have snapped, remember,
please remember, the love you’ve brought belongs to no one

remember, please remember, the love you’ve brought belongs to no one

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from This Is America - An Anthology 2020​-​2021 (ICR023), released July 1, 2022
Johnny Gandelsman, vocals & electric tenor guitar

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