
At a pre-arranged meet-and-greet, prior to his concert on February 18 at the Poway Performing Arts Center, guitarist/singer/composer Jose Feliciano mingled with attendees and guests of the San Diego Braille Institute. The meeting, which included admission to the concert, was coordinated by San Diego Braille Institute Director Jay Hatfield with Feliciano’s manager Helmuth Schaerr.
Hours before his scheduled concert, totally blind Feliciano joined the gathering in the spacious theater lobby to individually greet each of the Braille attendees and their guests. He was very cordial and made a point of devoting individual attention to each and every one with whom he spoke.
IFZ guiding light Jose Rosa and his technically talented wife Michael Ann volunteered as sighted guides for Braille-ites Denise Bravell and yours truly. Denise is a gifted musician and composer, with whom I collaborated by providing the below lyrics, “Twilight in Chiaroscuro.” Next month, with Tommy Dodson’s collaboration, Denise will record that song at the Musical SoCal recording studio.
Denise obtained Jose Feliciano’s autograph on four rare albums of his that she was able to obtain just before the meeting. I reminded Feliciano that we had met 50 years ago, when he was appearing at the Caribe Hilton Hotel in San Juan, Puerto Rico. I left with him, in Braille, my English-language version of, “En Mi Viejo San Juan,” a song cherished by many with ties to Feliciano’s native Puerto Rico. I also left with him a copy of my memoir, “Manzanero, Mexico, My Dear Old San Juan, Moi,” as well as a Musical SoCal CD of original songs by Tommy Dodson and me.
Some of us were asked to do individual video interviews for the Braille publicity team. We then left for dinner, and returned for the concert.
Despite the years and a snow-capped dome, Jose Feliciano is as energetic as ever. He somehow still retains his vigorous voice. He has five side-men and a female back-up singer from Slovenia. Except for one Hispanic name and an African American on Drums, the rest are Austrian monikers with which Feliciano struggled mightily. There was an extended intermission, which allowed time to purchase the star’s recorded wares on display in the lobby.
During the meet-and-greet, Jose Feliciano aired a pet peeve of his. With regard to blind students, he is horrified at the tendency in some schools to replace Braille reading and writing with audio equipment. He rightfully maintains that adherence to strictly audio instruction robs students of the intellectual and tactual literacy that comes from reading and writing. Feliciano stresses that, without Braille reading and writing, students are deprived of the skill of manually setting up sentence structure, learning proper spelling, paragraphing and punctuation. This is something to which I had not given any thought, since I had been writing long before I became visually impaired. Since I continued to write with the aid of assisted technology I am perfectly willing to relax and utilize all of the audio systems available.
So, here’s to Jose Feliciano, a perfect model of persistence for seniors, performers and the other-abled.

TWILIGHT in CHIAROSCURO
Music: Denise Bravell
Lyrics: Curtis W. Long
Dark shadows fall;
Dim twilight is nigh;
The enchanting thrall
Extends to the sky.
As the senses Adjust to the change,
It seems that, what came before,
Is out of range.
Twilight descends,
Obscure, yet so clear.
That is how daylight ends.
It brings half-night near,
In a rapture of soft, velvet hue.
Its paint brush then starts
To cast the world anew.
Dark shadows fall;
twilight is nigh;
The enchanting thrall
Extends to the sky.
As the senses await the next dawn,
Suddenly, what came before --
Is gone!

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in street of warnambool aboriginal name is forgotten i am in garage with gangsters discussing life of batteries perhaps a little something else i cannot discuss here as i watch mr giodorno bruno play a game of golf perhaps another entirely misinterpreted though i listen when he orders a counter lunch from barmaid who is working topless for fee that is so small it covered only necessities
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camera man caught between breaths pulls machine away from focus i thought i arrived at earlier in sequence somewhere along route where we ordered food for family forgotten on journey though you could observe walker evans waiting for shot that wouldn’t come for another century but maybe earlier than i think whenever i can i wear clothes of a duke who once lived on periphery of nations discovered much too late for me to be awarded reparations though i attempt a mild heroism riding down these roads to wherever they go
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i am crawling on all fours inventing independence amongst savages
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bringing out measurement for all luck it will bring no luck
at all times i am regarding here features extraordinary as she manages geography i gather for her here at this time whenever that is ask isaac newton who is learning from landscapes i am drawing for him beauty disabled by devices i have developed capturing a creation or two maybe i went hunting with boys as they burnt down a forest & came out where river ran into an ocean where i drowned before signing contract as scenery moved & chronologies changed & i had to hold veins so very tight & puncture arm so i could learn art of breathing
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not knowing days will always be nights i swallow poison regularly on hour at every hour turning music down on a machine i operate from what may be called my deathbed in lyrical moment i have not arrived at answer to this & other questions
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angrily all angels assemble at arrivals & departures perhaps
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buying cheap cigarettes near deportation centre les halles or hell you can choose though i buy what i cannot afford
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someone is singing through syringe as if reed on mekong river
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stealing a glance at cheap edition of koran i bought from butcher in rue myrrh
i turn pages while prophet flees medina or medicine
i choose latter always useful when slipping gracefully down a well
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wandering with woman who protects architects from themselves certainly she organises forums where they speak
about this & that then something that will define how we’ll squeeze ourselves under foundation of this century
or catastrophe whatever comes first
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she’s with chinese doing her exercises tao of how to get back together again twelve boys of hamas are defining god in smaller circles than can be drawn in sand
photograph moi, my mother my zhukov