Okay, now listen; I will tell you:   It is the beauty of the soul leaking out kora notes: the strumming of strings to summon ancient sounds; the jostling of instruments, taking turns to flaunt joy; the ringing beauty of…

When faced with vacuous, swollen hubris, an ancient drummer comes drumming drumbeats of cowardice; urging dignity to squawk and cower in a corner like a trembling mess, look him in the eye in stilly, stony silence and prod your pride…