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Mar. 2nd, 2006
vinyl 5/3/99
Mar. 2nd, 2006 12:06 pmSpending the sabbatical blocked had me gripping the pen. Trying in
desperation to squeeze something, anything, out. All that exited the tip were
bursts of polluted air.
Shouted as the forty five spun belt driven. Guitars and vocals blissfully
separated. The mix at once dirty and raucous.
It was a revolution
It was a revelation.
John Lennon screamed ‘all-right' while a few months earlier I walked over
his words stretching out in colored chalk on the sidewalk for the length of
a city block.
It was impressive.
It was touching.
Then the rains fell. I, too, was erased.
A chalkmark in a rainstorm.
A blip off the radar
A light switch in the off position.
A door, locked.
...and I stood, deliberately. Screaming into the hurricane's winds.
Screaming, hurt - with deflated ego. Yet, aware that no one was listening.
The earth lowered to a level where I could trudge through the silt.
I went elsewhere and remembered that one's impact on this world is as
simple as putting one's finger in a glass full of water. Then taking the
finger out and timing the length of time the hole in the water lasts.
Now I'm OK with that. Even if incorrect.
Because I'd rather be wrong than stupid
Hungry, not full
In the penalty box instead of getting a yellow card.
In the front row balcony instead of the mosh pit.
Myself instead of a navigator of labyrinths.
A walker through fire, not eggshells.
(And dammit, this is controversial)
I'd rather be a Marge Schott instead of a Bud Selig.
So after the morning pep talk staring at your face in the mirror. Going
into the lonely place you pay rent for. I could realize that, while I created
this situation - I could, through indecisive action, be forever changed.
Controlled change
Useful change
Sorry, I have no spare change.
desperation to squeeze something, anything, out. All that exited the tip were
bursts of polluted air.
Shouted as the forty five spun belt driven. Guitars and vocals blissfully
separated. The mix at once dirty and raucous.
It was a revolution
It was a revelation.
John Lennon screamed ‘all-right' while a few months earlier I walked over
his words stretching out in colored chalk on the sidewalk for the length of
a city block.
It was impressive.
It was touching.
Then the rains fell. I, too, was erased.
A chalkmark in a rainstorm.
A blip off the radar
A light switch in the off position.
A door, locked.
...and I stood, deliberately. Screaming into the hurricane's winds.
Screaming, hurt - with deflated ego. Yet, aware that no one was listening.
The earth lowered to a level where I could trudge through the silt.
I went elsewhere and remembered that one's impact on this world is as
simple as putting one's finger in a glass full of water. Then taking the
finger out and timing the length of time the hole in the water lasts.
Now I'm OK with that. Even if incorrect.
Because I'd rather be wrong than stupid
Hungry, not full
In the penalty box instead of getting a yellow card.
In the front row balcony instead of the mosh pit.
Myself instead of a navigator of labyrinths.
A walker through fire, not eggshells.
(And dammit, this is controversial)
I'd rather be a Marge Schott instead of a Bud Selig.
So after the morning pep talk staring at your face in the mirror. Going
into the lonely place you pay rent for. I could realize that, while I created
this situation - I could, through indecisive action, be forever changed.
Controlled change
Useful change
Sorry, I have no spare change.
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Something I've wanted to do for Two Years
Mar. 2nd, 2006 10:41 pmTonight, at an open poetry reading, I read Fondant for All and 6:36AM. Shouldn't have opened with the longer one.
No one booed, or threw fruit. Received polite applause, and a little extra since I was a virgin reader. More than a bit nervous, I tried not to read too fast. I was a bit taken aback by how bright the lights were in front of the podium, that didn't help.
It's a good event. The emcee was friendly, intelligent and kept the night going smoothly.
I think I'm going back in two weeks.
No one booed, or threw fruit. Received polite applause, and a little extra since I was a virgin reader. More than a bit nervous, I tried not to read too fast. I was a bit taken aback by how bright the lights were in front of the podium, that didn't help.
It's a good event. The emcee was friendly, intelligent and kept the night going smoothly.
I think I'm going back in two weeks.