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    The packaging includes a deluxe booklet with original art by Eric Collins -- a portrait of each writer to which a song is dedicated, as well as notes on the songs and lyrics. Songs inspired by the lives and works of Emily Dickinson, Haruki Murakami, Isaac Babel, Samuel Beckett, Sylvia Plath, James Joyce, Dante, Paul Bowles, Seamus Heaney, and Albert Camus.

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Runner, swimmer, music lover, cafe proprietor, and inhabitor of imaginary worlds that crowd out reality, Haruki Murakami’s prose seems straightforward enough at first. But as with spaghetti we quickly find that it eludes our attempts to tame it with the fork of our intellect. Murakami is not a product of the modern age, the modern age is a product of Murakami. We read him to find out who we are, or, at least, who we might be.
“I didn’t even have / A poor aunt of my own.
Huh, like lines from a song.”
— from “A ‘Poor Aunt’ Story” by Haruki Murakami

lyrics

I’ve never been much of a writer, the way you or she would have me be
But where we venture when the dream begins, I will take you on that journey
To the land beyond where maps are made, to where thoughts remain unspoken
In the depths of wells that now run dry, we will wait together broken
You don’t have a poor aunt
Give me something I don’t understand, and I’ll gladly dive in blindly
passing through the wall’s illusion, to turn my will upon you kindly
In the peace where only death resides, once again I see you smiling
You don’t have a poor aunt of your own
So who’s this on my back, I don’t know
Will you leave your skin so easily?
Will you let it fall about you?
Fainter than the smallest sound that from the throat emerges
solid as the sway of time, now in the air suspended

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from Death Waits II: The Writers, released March 12, 2019

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