Friday, October 26, 2007
All Through This Room
images of you
abounding in shadows of flowers
a riverbed stream
where you held a righteous dream
and picked me sumac
to while away the hours
The puppets come to life
dancing before me
tracing our paths
to another lifetime
When we owned the world
and our pride stole it away
it was then we were freed
in the arms of each other
casting shadows on a green wall
two figures in the thralls of love
Looking up to you
you see my S-shaped arms
sketching in a sketchbook
the artwork on our walls
no this life’s not our first together
not likely our last
Children on your t-shirt
make a future of the past
this room smells of you
your skin on my mind
your skin all over me
You are the one
who freed me from time
When have you come closest to feeling like a rockstar?
Even more so than playing in an actual band, I've found writing has gotten me closest to the rock star plateau. I love writing. And perhaps, that's why it has worked for me. Or perhaps the other way around, it works for me, so I love it. Either way, it's a rare, positive catch 22.
Years ago, I was a bad Robert Goulet.
But with Elvis tendencies.
Ivan: I think anything with Elvis tendencies counts.
TWM: highly rockstarish behaviour.
And your writing should entitle you to that feeling, as well. You have melodic qualities, and a grasp on political themes. That's the hallmark of the best rockstars, not just the Poison's and the Motly Crues. You have something to say a little more important than "Girl don't go away mad--girl just go away". Even if you don't think so, revel a bit. Just a bit. You have the mic. Rock it.
A rock star. Hmm. Probably playing guitar one day at my mom's and singing, not realizing anyone was listening, only to stop and see family staring at me. Then niece said, "Omg, I'm crying. That was so beautiful." I was shocked and completely embarrassed.
You're the only living boy in Toronto, or wherever you are. It makes me so happy to come here.
If you want to be published, you are good enough to be published, if that's what you want to know.
BTW, that about how this life's not our first together, I have felt too.
Jeanne: golly, blush. well, i'll be happy if i can read something at next month's open mic poetry slam and not get laughed at. it's always good to see you here.
Closest I've ever come to feeling like a rockstar was in a little village in Ghana, at a funeral. The mourning was over and it was time to dance. When we danced (my wife and I) we were surrounded by a massive crowd of cheering women and children waving bandanas at us and screaming delightedly.
I can almost picture it, the people cheering you on, welcoming you further into their social structure. And all because both of you embraced it readily.
Your day to day life their could be a really good story, I'd bet. Hardwork, but a good feeling afterward.
Felt like most a rockstar... hmmm.
All my instances totally reveal my dorkish nature, and are in regards to good feedback and attention in reaction to some research presentations.
Or maybe when I used to do live theatre. That's a way better answer!
PP: LOL, Big Dorks welcome here, don't worry. Theatre sounds fun. I'm petrified of performing before a crowd, but next month I'm daring myself to read at an open mic spoken word. It's a start.
Second, I feel like a rock star all the time :-) No, really, I have been told by many folks that I have what is called "star quality", and I have this weird ability to walk into a room and be the center of attention. I don't try to do it, it just happens.
There, aren't you glad you asked?
And fridays are for Rock Stars!
I can still taste it.