I hope you enjoy the new format. Sorry it took so long to make. It just kept getting away from me. I feel I was a bit lethargic in the voice over, but I think it was just due to my lack of experience talking in front of a camera. It will get better in time. I would love to hear what you guys think of the new way of doing these. Drop me a tweet, comment, email, or smoke signal. I want to hear it.
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On Poetry Month – Poem 4.
For my last poem of poetry month I decided to do a found poem with some cavets. The poem is written with the lyrics of the first song to come up on my iTunes when placed on shuffle (The song also must contain lyrics). The poem must contain only words found in the lyrics and those words can only be used once each unless they repeat in the lyrics. The content does not have to relate to the song in any way.
So, when I put it on shuffle I got the song Black Out by Pavement. An awesome song and band. Here is what I wrote. It’s pretty dark, but I really like the turnout. I will post the lyrics to the song below the poem.
Dirty Trail
Where does it go? How do I get there?
No one has a clue
Criminal’s rattlesnakes walkin’ past
Shut up. No, talkin’
Count to ten
They start turning
Spastic wrestling
Shots
I…Actually…Bleed?
Frigid air felt like grass
Summertime
Gauzy rays of lights dancing
Parting with the elements
What will I find?
Black Out by Pavement
Sunday driving past your own hall of fame
It’s closed on weekdays, shut for good
Pick out no one when you’re talkin’
Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin’
No one has a clue
The parting shots, the thin caught
Fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts
A spastic grass, a criminal’s child
Count to ten and read
Until the lights begin to bleed
Lights; til you actually a-see the rays
And your thoughts they start turning
Tells you lessons that you’re learning
No one has a clue
The gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots
Wrestling with the elements up on the trail high
I need to know
Where does it go? how do I get there? what will I find?
(fun fun fun, fun for the summertime blues)
(it’s gonna set you free)
As my ongoing commitment to Poetry Month I bring you a poem inspired by my current fascination with the singularity.
I tried to write this in the style of E.E. Cummings and while it’s not up to snuff compared to him. I do think it has some caché to it.
Love in 2552
I do think when
We do merge (inevitably-finally)
With machines
We will not lose – the ability to
Love
Consider the works-innovations-breakthroughs
Fueled solely by
Love
The spectrum of emotions
Fully realized only by
The ebb and flow of
Love
That’s why
Though a virus at times
As machines we will be
With a heart and still with – the ability to
Love