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Lara Polangco / Blog

Ezra Pound's Loquacious Blues

I just want to kick down some Pound that's got me thinkin' about you tonight.. And you know who you are...

"...Poetry, her border of ideas, The edge, uncertain, but a means of blending With other strata Where the lower and higher have ending;

A hook to catch the Lady Jane's attention, A modulation toward the theatre, Also, in the case of revolution, A possible friend and comforter.."

I've been "fired" from a venue for nursing my baby on stage.

Rumor has it that there were some folks at a show not too long ago-- back when my baby was a full-time nurseling and I wore him in a sling all day-- who were offended by the sight of my nursing and who subsequently left the concert. Now. I'm not down on the old-time-- I can certainly understand modesty as a mark of honor. Yet... It was no Maris Gras gratuity. There was a sweet little sleepy baby at my breast and I was bangin' up the show.

I am an enthusiastic proponent of attachment parenting-- and have refused to allow my work as a musician and performer to interfere with the practice of those convictions of mine.

I would encourage women to nurse out and proud-- as beautiful and healthful a practice as it is-- nursing must be normalized by the women who are willing to step into the light (as it were) and risk the stones. Na mean? Rock and roll y'all..