Tuesday, March 12, 2013

a scroll left on the counter

On one long roll of paper, much like the Kerouackian style of novel writing.   

We think the poet, MR, had just come in some time when nobody was looking an just left it on the counter, because he was tired of being bugged about working so slow.

Still, though, he's not even out of January yet on his little poetry project.   Lame.


Songs for Poems of the Day

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2013-0114
 
Song:

Slaid Cleaves

Broke Down

 

Poem:

Windowsill, half-cracked open, and outside:the big’ol 18 wheelers

rolling, rolling by, criss-crossing all of America, interconnecting at

this focal point: a motel room with a broken AC and a bed of crumpled sheets.

 
 
(NOTE:  A cover of this song is the final track on the S and M CD "Sod the Mocker")
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2013-0115

Marisa Monte

Ensaboa

 

Poem:

a touch of mold on the bottom of the shower curtain

froth-tinged water flows through the cracks in the tile to the drain,

a hand, not her own, smooths a bar of soap down her infinite valley.

 
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2013-0116

Ray Charles

I Got a Woman

 

Poem:

A plaid apron, now tossed against the corner of the kitchen,

the screen door latch hooked neatly inside the circulet,

Potatoes left boiling in the forgotten cooking pot.

 
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2013-0117

Song:

Gordon Lightfoot

Carefree Highway

 

Poem:

She opens her eyes but the laundry is still there, stillwarm and

lumped in clumps and heaps upon the table,

She looks out the window, watches as the trees scatter their shadows across the lawn.

 
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2013-0117

Zero 7

Give It Away

 

Poem:

night.

Rainslicked streets.

Lights from dim houses like moonlight sprinkled through treeleaves.

 

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2013-0118

Song:

Miram Makeba

Unhome

 

Poem:

anathema is a word that you would never use

to describe the snippets of your dreams, or

All the hope that spills out the sides of your fisted ruins

 
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2013-0118

Song:

Bob Dylan

Shooting Star

 

Poem:

Ages and ages ago, we used to dance barefoot through fourths of July

with sparklers in our hands and older brothers shooting each other with

roman candles as the laughter of our parents fades into the distance. 

 
(Note: S and M have also covered this song as well, but it has yet to be slated for a forthcoming album)
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2013-0119

Song:

Al di Meola

Perpetual Emotion

 

Poem:

plucked strings in harmonious intercession, vibrations at 90-degree

arc, circumlocuted and cross-hatched, concentric and convexed;

you can see images of all peoples of the earth in each tapped note.

 
(NOTE: Verble has taken down this poem and transcribed it onto a napkin that he will paste into his scrapbook entitled "Zen and the Art of the Acoustic Guitar")
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2013-0120

Song:

Darol Anger and the American Fiddle Ensemble

Andre de Sabato Nuovo

 

Poem:

Autumn in New England, driving upstate New York

the trees explode in their last annual glory, spilling

all their colors across the glass of your passenger window

 
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2013-0121

Song:

U2

MLK/Beat on the Brat

 

Poem:

Ripped up vans on the streets of new york

boots on the wet streets of Dublin

fists once were raised in the air, against

 

the backdrop of sootwhite smoke belched from factories,

hideous and hated when they still fumed,

and achingly missed when finally stilled.

 
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