James Primosch (1956-2021)

Very sorry to hear of the loss of my friend and colleague, Jim Primosch.  I am very saddened to hear of his loss, and send condolences to his family and to musical colleagues, especially in the Philadelphia area. I am a mourner at his funeral, and an admirer.

Cinder

We needed fire to make
the tongs and tongs to hold
us from the flame; we needed
ash to clean the cloth
and cloth to clean the ash’s
stain; we needed stars
to find our way, to make
the light that blurred the stars;
we needed death to mark
an end, an end that time
in time could mend.
Born in love, the consequence—
born of love, the need.
Tell me, ravaged singer,
how the cinder bears the seed.

– Susan Stewart

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