I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight.
No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright.
-Joanna Newsom
Monday, March 5, 2012
"Marlene Dietrich's Favorite Poem" by Peter Murphy
Marlene Dietrich's Favorite Poem
Written by Peter Murphy
My mother loved it so she said
sad eyed pearl and drop lips
glancing pierce through writer man
spoke hushed and frailing hips
her old eyes skim in creasing lids
a tear falls as she describes
approaching death with a yearning heart
with pride and no despise
Hot tears flow as she recounts
her favorite worded token
forgive me please for hurting so
don't go away heartbroken no
don't go away heartbroken no
Just wise owl tones no velvet lies
crush her velvet call
oh Marlene suffer all the fools
who write you on the wall
and hold your tongue about your life
or dead hands will change the plot
will make your loving sound like snakes
like you were never hot
Hot tears flow as she recounts
her favorite worded token
forgive me please for hurting so
My mother loved it so she said
sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah
glancing pierce through writer man
spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah
old eyes skim in creasing lids
a tear falls as she describes
approaching death with a yearning heart
with pride and no despise
Hot tears flow as she recounts
her favorite worded token
forgive me please for hurting so
Written by Peter Murphy
My mother loved it so she said
sad eyed pearl and drop lips
glancing pierce through writer man
spoke hushed and frailing hips
her old eyes skim in creasing lids
a tear falls as she describes
approaching death with a yearning heart
with pride and no despise
Hot tears flow as she recounts
her favorite worded token
forgive me please for hurting so
don't go away heartbroken no
don't go away heartbroken no
Just wise owl tones no velvet lies
crush her velvet call
oh Marlene suffer all the fools
who write you on the wall
and hold your tongue about your life
or dead hands will change the plot
will make your loving sound like snakes
like you were never hot
Hot tears flow as she recounts
her favorite worded token
forgive me please for hurting so
My mother loved it so she said
sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah
glancing pierce through writer man
spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah
old eyes skim in creasing lids
a tear falls as she describes
approaching death with a yearning heart
with pride and no despise
Hot tears flow as she recounts
her favorite worded token
forgive me please for hurting so
Fiona Apple - When the Pawn.....
When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king
What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight
And he'll win the whole thing 'fore he enters the ring
There's no body to batter when your mind is your might
So when you go solo, you hold your own hand
And remember that depth is the greatest of heights
And if you know where you stand, then you know where to land
And if you fall it won't matter, cuz you'll know that you're right
What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight
And he'll win the whole thing 'fore he enters the ring
There's no body to batter when your mind is your might
So when you go solo, you hold your own hand
And remember that depth is the greatest of heights
And if you know where you stand, then you know where to land
And if you fall it won't matter, cuz you'll know that you're right
Neptune in Pisces / Pisces Rising
Europe
The extreme paucity of allusions to umbrellas throughout the Middle Ages shows that they were not in common use. In an old romance, "The Blonde of Oxford", a jester makes fun of a nobleman for being out in the rain without his cloak. "Were I a rich man," says he, "I would bear my house about with me."
It appears that people depended on cloaks, not umbrellas, for protection against storms
Umbrella - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Change is the e
The extreme paucity of allusions to umbrellas throughout the Middle Ages shows that they were not in common use. In an old romance, "The Blonde of Oxford", a jester makes fun of a nobleman for being out in the rain without his cloak. "Were I a rich man," says he, "I would bear my house about with me."
It appears that people depended on cloaks, not umbrellas, for protection against storms
Umbrella - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Change is the e
Sylvia Plath - " Ennui"SYLVIA PLATH - "Ennui"
Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy's palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer.
Jeopardy is jejune now: naive knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard
of, while blase princesses indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.
The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump,
compelling hero's dull career to crisis;
and when insouciant angels play God's trump,
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes
shall coax from doom's blank door lady or tiger.
designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy's palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer.
Jeopardy is jejune now: naive knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard
of, while blase princesses indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.
The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump,
compelling hero's dull career to crisis;
and when insouciant angels play God's trump,
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes
shall coax from doom's blank door lady or tiger.
Emily Dickinson-Tell the truth but tell it slant
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant---
Success in Cirrcuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightening to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind---
Success in Cirrcuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightening to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind---
The Art of the Lathe : "Keats" - B.H. Fairchild
I knew him. He ran the lathe next to mine.
Perfectionist, a madman, even on overtime
Saturday night. Hum of the crowd floating
from the ball park, shouts, slamming doors
from the bar down the street, he would lean
into the lathe and make a little song
with the honing cloth, rubbing the edges,
smiling like a man asleep, dreaming.
A short guy, but fearless. At Margie's
he would take no lip, put the mechanic big
as a Buick through a stack of crates out back
and walked away with a broken thumb
but never said a word.
Perfectionist, a madman, even on overtime
Saturday night. Hum of the crowd floating
from the ball park, shouts, slamming doors
from the bar down the street, he would lean
into the lathe and make a little song
with the honing cloth, rubbing the edges,
smiling like a man asleep, dreaming.
A short guy, but fearless. At Margie's
he would take no lip, put the mechanic big
as a Buick through a stack of crates out back
and walked away with a broken thumb
but never said a word.
Detroit Annie, Hitchiking by Judy Grahn
Her words pour out as if her throat were a broken artery
and her mind were cut-glass
carelessly handled.
You imagine her in a huge velvet hat
with great dangling black feathers
but she shaves her head instead
and goes for three-day midnight walks.
Sometimes she goes down to the dock and dances off the end of it
simply to prove her belief that people who cannot walk on water
are phonies
or dead.
When she is cruel, she is very, very
cool and when she is kind she is lavish.
Fisherman think perhaps she's a fish, but they're all fools
She figured out that the only way to keep from being frozen
was to stay in motion, and long ago converted most of her flesh into liquid
Now when she smells danger, she spills herself all over,
like gasoline
and lights it.
She leaves the taste of salt and iron
under your tongue, but you don't mind
The common woman is as common
as the reddest wine
and her mind were cut-glass
carelessly handled.
You imagine her in a huge velvet hat
with great dangling black feathers
but she shaves her head instead
and goes for three-day midnight walks.
Sometimes she goes down to the dock and dances off the end of it
simply to prove her belief that people who cannot walk on water
are phonies
or dead.
When she is cruel, she is very, very
cool and when she is kind she is lavish.
Fisherman think perhaps she's a fish, but they're all fools
She figured out that the only way to keep from being frozen
was to stay in motion, and long ago converted most of her flesh into liquid
Now when she smells danger, she spills herself all over,
like gasoline
and lights it.
She leaves the taste of salt and iron
under your tongue, but you don't mind
The common woman is as common
as the reddest wine
Jewel - Love Song
I like to call you my wild horse
And feed you silver sage
I'd like to paint my poems with
Desert tongued clay across your back
And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind
Through a green and wild Kentucky
I'd like to make you my secret sun
Blazing dark and red in the orchards
And I would steal away to watch the way
Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me
I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
My lover in the oceans of the world
I'd make you my calico children
And scatter you across my green memories of home
I'd be your hungry valley
And sow your golden fields of wheat in my womb
And feed you silver sage
I'd like to paint my poems with
Desert tongued clay across your back
And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind
Through a green and wild Kentucky
I'd like to make you my secret sun
Blazing dark and red in the orchards
And I would steal away to watch the way
Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me
I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
My lover in the oceans of the world
I'd make you my calico children
And scatter you across my green memories of home
I'd be your hungry valley
And sow your golden fields of wheat in my womb
Judith Moreno " Vignette "
I want to be rendered speechless
with only the guttural,
animalistic sounds of
raw
human emotion
being torn from my throat
Judith Moreno " Vignette "
Untitiled : Cerritos College Writers Anonymous Magazine-Spring 2007
with only the guttural,
animalistic sounds of
raw
human emotion
being torn from my throat
Judith Moreno " Vignette "
Untitiled : Cerritos College Writers Anonymous Magazine-Spring 2007
A Little Tooth - Thomas Lux
Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It's all
over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail. And you,
your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It's all
over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail. And you,
your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Transcending
Dear Digital-Diary,
Since we last spoke, I have undone my baggage emotionally and walk through this airport we call life lighter and renewed. Not only am I the host of my most beloved open mic, I feel like both Alpha & Omega of my body, mind and soul.
How this translates to music is that when it flows out of me, it eminates clean and deep from the reserves of my ever restless yet poised soul. I would say "priceless" to be cute, but truth says "everything has a cost."
Knowing I have no problem spending and buying the experiences that I desire, the rest of the way I'll be smirking my secret smile for life's rewards and the costs that are posted on the window.
Coming up,
Avery Dena
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