I used to listen to Ken Nordine thirty years ago on NPR when he had a wonderful series called "Word Jazz." I remember some incredibly imaginative programs in which he talked to a room full of characters. The catch was, all of them were Ken Nordine. Yeah, he talked/argued with himself. He also grafted familiar sounds together and made cassettes that contained music and dialogue from old movies and radio shows, only they merged in a theme like "Welcome Home," or "Dreams." Why did I stop listening to Ken Nordine? I'm not sure. Maybe the world drowned him out, or my hearing became so bad, it was no longer fun to listen to him. I was deaf for a long time and stopped listening to a lot of things - good music, old radio shows, Garrison Keillor. Well, I have a cochlear implant and i can hear again. It isn't the same, but it is pretty close. Bit by bit, I have been reclaiming the old wonderful sounds, and now, a week ago, his name went through my mind. "Ken Nordine." What happened to him? I put his name on Google and found "Night Music." I know it may not be "your cup of tea," but, damn, there he is! Over 80 years old and that wonderful voice that some people compare to warm chocolate. Is this poetry? Yeah, for me, it is.