sufficient light in the moment

How to come up with a name I can't say. Sufficient Sunshine just sort of happened in an organic sort of way. Two words that just evolved on their own and seemed to apply. They are neither too optimistic, nor too pessimistic. And that is really what it feels like to me, anyway, as a poet. No doubt, David will write his own piece here and have a bit to say. For me, all I need is sufficient light to write. The day that all of the light goes out, then on that day, that will be the day that one wonders what there is left - and I don't say that to be melodramatic, because as a writer, I do not believe that day will ever come because I believe there will always be something to write about. Because no matter how very very very dark the days are, and for me at the present time the days are deeply dark, inky thick as plushed velvet quicksand, there is sufficient light enough for me to see the Who the What and the Why. It's not pretty. What I am trying to say is that through all of the grief - and it is grief - that I feel at the present time - I know very well the source of it. My flash-light is good. I know squarely where to point it and on whom and I call that "sufficient light." I know the source of that pain. If I were to write about the pain, I would know about whom and so on... that is sufficient light.

All I can say with any certainty at the present time I say within these poems and I will say here - things change. I will not say they "get better" or speak in cheap platitudes because I hate that and it's cheap (words like "fond" and "care" and "nice" etc are cheap words; I know this, Bob Dylan knows this and I was pleased when I found out that he too felt the same way when I read an old interview with him. Thank god I am not alone in this, I thought.)

Enough. My words speak for themselves. Listen if you want; if not, move on. Welcome to Sufficient Sunshine. If you use this as a portal to Tant Mieux, welcome to The Tant Mieux Project -

bienvenue ~

Welcome ~

Sufficient Sunshine is the end result of the combined works of Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti (lyrics and words) with music by David Beaman - a fledgling's first effort to fly. So we try.

This project, for lack of a better a word, was never intentional, but rather, just happened and was the result of a confluence of events ~ David stumbling across Tant Mieux (The Tant Mieux Project) and liking the words he found there and using the simple Contact link and asking might he use one poem - the first - "In a Foreign Land" to set to music.

Why not? So it was that we began our collaboration, as long as I write and David feels inspired, we will continue to produce spoken-work electronica trip-hopetry that you just might even like. Qui sais.

As it takes a while for each spoken-word lyric to be produced, links also lead to other spoken word of late that you may find interesting. Of course, to find the lyrics to any particular piece, simply go to the Tant Mieux Poetry Archives and select the appropriate section and then title and poem.

or

You can use the Search box on the front page of Tant Mieux and look for the piece by key word and that should pull it up for you - or give you options until you find what you would like. Or not. Better to just sit back and listen. Feel free to syndicate, pick up, podcast, ping any of these works but don't forget to give attribution!

Thanks for the listen,

s.r.p.

*to contact us, click here.

enough light - sufficient

After some brief respite, we've worked on several spoken word pieces with additional music and feel more inspired than ever. All the works put out by Sufficient Sunshine - which is music and composition by David Beaman with all words by Sadi Heleina Ranson-Polizzotti - is available in one place and through one or two portals. You can go through the Sufficient Sunshine portal - that is here, where you are right now - a site we created specifically for this project, or, you can access the work of Sufficient Sunshine as part of The Tant Mieux Project by going to Tant Mieux's spoken word by clicking here.

Poetry was meant to be read aloud, which is why we have created this project in the first place. As a writer, I write not only poetry, but all of my prose - including non-fiction - to the beat of a metronome. The music here serves, we hope, as an additional piece that tells more of the story and lends to that story an atmosphere of the piece. Together, combined, both the music and the language combine to tell a story, create a mood that literally put you in a certain place - the emotional space where the poet wants you to be, or to feel the mood the poet wishes you to feel.

That is the end goal. We hope that sometimes, at least, we succeed. It may not always be a pleasant experience, but that is part of the experience; some poems are intended to be jarring and difficult and hard - some poems are bladed and sharp and a good one of these should slit your throat and be economical and spare. Other poems of love, beauty should be pastoral, enveloping, like slipping your hand into a velvet glove. The lyrics should help move you, and the music should be a part of a slow easy ride. Key lyrics may be pulled out, repeated on a separate track.

For example, in The Status of Secrets (a harder poem) David sampled one line and placed it on top of the other tracks and repeated it periodically throughout the whole poem. Yes, the poem holds up (actually, it's several poems combined) but the line repeated is "Wanting is the true hell...." - this is the zeitgeist of the poem - this is the confusion, the pain, the hurt, and this is what you must feel and struggle against as she says, "against the push and the pull - the mad tango between lovers." It is...."the true hell..."

So now you understand more of what we are at least trying to do, each time a new piece is added, we will let you know here and you can follow the link to Tant Mieux and although the link will be the same (simply scroll down alphabetically until you find the correct poem's name), stop here first to read a bit about the piece. That is my hope anyway.

Be well, and as long as there is sufficient sunshine, sufficient light - then we will write....

So stop, be well, take a listen, and welcome, click here to be redirected...

s.r.p.

nicomachean ethics | bronx chance

image: spuyten duyvil train track | metro north rail, bronx, ny

So our latest, Bronx Chance, Nicomachean Ethics ~ we've just finished and here is the text for this one, and we hope you'll take a listen to be sure... If you don't know the Bronx, btw, it is the greenest borough in the NYC district (interesting and surprising). Here is our latest just for you.

Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti, David Beaman, Richard Dupuis
Sufficient Sunshine

Here is a new one just for you: audio below.


Bronx Chance

So you slid off swing, and you kicked off your shoes

but did you once read Aristotle, perhaps, perhaps.

None of this mattered in the Bronx just so long as you played

a killer game of hand-ball and you, you did the best you could

and isn’t that the best that any of us can say? So after Merola,

after dodging cars and metaphorically going splat and after telling me

that hand-slap games well, they are for kids, I have you still

drawing shapes in the sand trying to sort it all out (as if anyone could)

Even Plato himself didn’t know of which he spoke.

Why you could have made a nickel-bet with Aristotle and he’d laugh

You ask me now, “What happens after virtue?” I tell you “Nothing. Nothing.”

Things stay the same only perhaps you are happier then,

perhaps you Aim above morality as one wise man once said.

As I once was taught. Perhaps you become good for something,

and only you know what that something is. I do know this:

I know it is somewhere to be found in the loving

that enough with dissembling and dissimulating.

And you now it too.

Aristotle he whispered loud and clear the basics:

chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire.

All of these things seem self-evident to me.

~~ sadi ranson-polizzotti

For audio click here.

almost spring, & welcome to it...

Welcome to almost Spring:

We have some great ideas for our Spring sessions that involve not only spoken word with music, but we are planning on adding video as well along with still-frame images - an experiment, yes - but one we plan to share with you and that we hope will do well... Once it's up and running, it will be on YouTube, of course, under the name Sufficient Sunshine (I'll let you know when it's there) and it will be both here and on Tant Mieux as well as part of the on-going, ever-expanding Tant Mieux Project...

For now, we've added several new pieces that we think you'll really like, and as ever, you can hear any spoken word, with or without music by going to the audio section of Tant Mieux where the files are downloadable as MP3s.

If you like what you hear and wish to feature any of the works on your site or on your net radio station, just email us at aupiano@gmail.com and address to Sadi (S.R.P.) and we're happy to work with you. A few places have carried the work, but didn't get in touch and alas, they don't have the best files to work with so it's really to your benefit.

As an aside, S.R.P. does voice-overs for other matters as well, including cartoon, anime, illustration and so on, so if you're interested, use the same gmail - aupiano@gmail.com and if you have mail for David or Richard or any of us, send it there and we'll be sure it is passed along.

Many thanks for tuning in, and, if you visit Tant Mieux and have any special requests you'd like ot hear recorded, use email and let us know = we're happy to work with you...

Be well, and thanks for tuning in.

s.r.p., almost spring, 2008

*image: Aphrodite & her consort, Hermes

saved | new audio for early spring...

This is our newest piece, this almost Spring, music by David Beamon and Richard Dupuis and words by Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti, this piece is called "Saved". For audio (which is great here, I promise) click here or audio. This link will take you to the Tant Mieux Spoken Word page where you can scroll down to "S" and you'll find the poem.

Of course, there is our usual audio and lyrics, although I am particularly partial to this latest and welcome word (use the Contact link through Tant Mieux). You can always find the lyrics to any poem by searching Tant Mieux, but for Saved, here they are:

"Saved"

So where are you now?

Done with those others,

such numerous affairs. They mean nothing.

Never did. You wing-healed, fast, so furious.

With such speed you move from building to building

never once stopping or looking back.

You tell me what is is is what is.

I am a thousand bolts of lightning,

taken hold by some Zeus

who carelessly flings his bolts

as if to prove that to me his nymph that water can conduct

that it is your father who runs the show.

I am dying in this river. I am forgetting about you now.

Once, you came to me and I healed,

and you forgot about your past,

repayed me with a chaste kiss that healed all that ailed,

that sent all the satyrs running,

that let the lightness to the forest,

that awakened me, the somnolent.

Once you bathed at Lethe…

that river that sucked the life of all souls

that made the dead more dead,

the river I doomed to guard.

With a kiss you were tacit.

And with a kiss you saved.

** audio

It is Sunday and It is Hot | spoken word with music

Something quite different, but experimentation is what this is about, and so this is a bit different - as is every poem really - and this has a totally different sound from one we did later this month, called "Saved." This is entitled, "It is Sunday and It Is Hot". Ryan Rollinson joins David and I on this one. You can listen to the audio here or by clicking

mp3 or "Sunday"

You can, of course, always find this and other poems on Tant Mieux, but for this piece, the lyrics are:

It is Sunday & It Is Hot

It is Sunday and it is hot.

Another of those long summer days,

humidity and haze and the eastern seaboard

is languid, sublime, the all of us hardly moving.

We take to the shade of our high-peeked rooms,

windows fitted with double fans and silver-boxed

air-conditioners that take in wet air and spit it back

crisp and cool: breathable, bearable.

It is Sunday and it is hot.

We are listening to Bob Dylan and watching

Eat the Document and wishing we could know

for just one moment what it is to be him, though

I imagine it is like being anybody, only not quite.

It is Sunday and it is hot.

I put on my dark Ray Bans, the same ones as Dylan,

the ones the doctor tells me tells me I can even wear

indoors because I am epileptic and they serve a medical purpose

and therefore are not queer, by this I mean, totally affected.

It is Sunday and it is hot.

We are close, entwined, breathing in

the scent of skin and I know this is how it begins,

each of us waiting for the second-hand

tic when it is right to make the first move,

to throw the first hallowed kiss.

It is Sunday and it is hot.

We make love and I hit all the high notes

while, otherwise, the neighborhood is silent

and in this moment now we have each other.

We are in love: we are married and it is good.

It is Sunday, not Monday.

Let’s not think of morning yet.

It is Sunday it is hot.

I have all that I need.

**all rights reserved. for use or etc. contact sadi through Tant Mieux or email: aupiano@gmail.com