Live for me
Write for me
what i speak
what i whisper
what i think
what i inter
in a journal.
live but to hear me
and my thoughts,
as defenses
in a long life
of attacks,
and misspelled letters
and mis-placed Notes
of music.
Music
unplayed,
and understood
to be not what I meant to say
but what you bade to speak,
anon
yes,
we wait and understand.
Please; pray; tell us..;
What was it I was to Say?
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The problem with me is there is nothing more to say, but I enjoy leaving my imprint here to let you know I've come by to chill for a few moments and enjoy the atmosphere :)
dj
I followed Yellow Starling.
She rated you. Great News.
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I read a sign:`Undressed rabbits.
Undressed? If bunny is alive with fur?
It's a day we call a live rabbit "undressed"
If you rip the hide off a bunny gets cooked.
Strange Days indeed Barack Obama. O Moan!
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I'd EP you if I could? You need to undress tho?
peece, our muse :)
dj
peece,
dj
“Live for me
Write for me”
“live but to hear me
and my thoughts,”
Melissa: Yes, that’s the pleading, demanding audience commanding the artist to create for their entertainment.
“what i inter
in a journal.”
Melissa: What a powerful homophone to use here: “inter” instead of “enter”—and so poignantly telling. I relate to this at a particularly personal level, as my heart often breaks at the thought of the thousands of interred notes and scribbles and journal entries lying dormant, fodder waiting to be turned into the art it was imagined to be when first jotted down. My only consolation is that I am finally beginning to disinter at least some of those fragments for use in The Yellow Starlings and Love Grandma.
Michael: These lines remind me of something Picasso would say about paintings once they were hung on museum walls: they’re dead. No further change is possible. As long as a painting is being worked on, it lives.
“and misspelled letters”
Melissa: This one is fun because at first I think “letters” as in correspondence, but then I think of individual letters of the alphabet (just like notes of music), and the impossibility of their being misspelled, which makes me smile :-)
“and mis-placed Notes
of music.”
Melissa: Love the double play on “Notes” (while also pondering the significance of its capitalization).
Michael: The sleight-of-hand in “and misplaced Notes / of music” and “What was it I was to Say?” keeps us on our toes.
“Music
unplayed,
and understood
to be not what I meant to say
but what you bade to speak,”
Michael: “Music / unplayed, / and understood” is the story of my life ;-)
Melissa: This stanza and the title, “Speak,” make me think of a person telling a dog to “speak.” Just as the audience tells the artist what to say, commanding him to create what they want to experience. Which gets back to Big Night and the theme of art versus commerce and Pascal (aka Satan), the businessman, advising the artist to “give people what they want.” (BTW, if you manage to see one movie in the next month, make it Big Night if you haven’t already seen it :-)
“What was it I was to Say?”
Melissa: Whatever it is, you’ve said it well :-)
I remember a poem:`Years later, reading the love letter,
it's mentioned:`never notoes the misspelled love words.
Rated for the painting using the words as your paint!
Yes.
hope you continue to enjoy the state that spawn such moments
not easy to hear that muse even though she's pretty clear sometimes. sometimes not, though. sometimes she likes to play and likes us to play. good good.
That is what was going through my head at the time. That and the 'muse'(s) - It's almost a 'shattering' feel at times, I feel. What I've referred to as my headz in comments/posts. There is a feeling of desperation too, as Michael points out. As in - not enough time - how do I convince myself to learn to write as I'm 'bid' or imagine myself to be bid, lol, by these muses or these wayward thoughts, if you prefer. Selfishness - yes, that too - but the question is, who's selfishness? Mine, Audience, creativity itself, all of us, everything?
"What a powerful homophone to use here: “inter” instead of “enter”—"
Thank you for imbuing this with meaning. Yes, so much we have written, so much we have thought. hmmm... like in the 13th warrior "For all we ought to have thought, and have not thought; all we ought to have said, and have not said; all we ought to have done, and have not done;" For all we ought to have written and brought to light, but have not. That is a sadness indeed - to hide ones light under a rock - even if by accident. your fragments are awesome, btw - thank you for those posts!
"Michael: These lines remind me of something Picasso would say about paintings once they were hung on museum walls: they’re dead. No further change is possible. As long as a painting is being worked on, it lives."
Leonardo is quoted to have said something like that "Art is never finished, only abandoned" - how true in both cases.
" I think of individual letters of the alphabet (just like notes of music), and the impossibility of their being misspelled"
Yes - how even when it is written as spoken - it is still not 'right' once the moment passes, in this case, the poem focuses on the letters themselves, right but not right.
"Michael: The sleight-of-hand in “and misplaced Notes / of music” and “What was it I was to Say?” keeps us on our toes."
(n)notes as the strokes we add to music and to poems, to anything we create - we add noes, notae, scribble, touch, push, prod, Why? (N)Notes as the Eternal building block of music - as well as creativity (n)notes, in a way, like a letter being misspelled but in music. I don't think this one was as clear :) But yes, Notes written or played - but spoken without sound - like they are the only ones that Know "What was i I was o (S)Say - again, capped to signify the building block of speech - the other creative meat lol.
"Michael: “Music / unplayed, / and understood” is the story of my life ;-)"
Your story in music is amazing, this statement fits so well - unplayed but understood - hmm... (plays the special link)
"Melissa: This stanza and the title, “Speak,” make me think of a person telling a dog to “speak.” Just as the audience tells the artist what to say, commanding him to create what they want to experience. Which gets back to Big Night and the theme of art versus commerce and Pascal (aka Satan), the businessman, advising the artist to “give people what they want.” (BTW, if you manage to see one movie in the next month, make it Big Night if you haven’t already seen it :-)"
getting this movie for sure - thank you. I like this summation of the overall - hits it on my virtual head.
M&M - thank you very much for dropping by. Your comment never fail to open up any one of the poems and make it something 'other' - always better.
Peece!
dj
Nanatehay! "Few things make more sense to me than paradox:)" I will have to agree with you more...or couldn;t agree more.. something, your comment dulled my marble lol
Tinkerertink69! "Rated for the painting using the words as your paint!" Thank you very much :) I appreciate the sentiment - as i was touching on earlier, sometimes words are like 'the other creative meat' when held up to paintings, lol
peece!
dj
LifeIsGood! Thank you - Yes :)
Rolling! "hope you continue to enjoy the state that spawn such moments" Thank you, Nabina, they drop by without calling. I can never remember all the questions I had for them :)
nofrillsmonkey! "not easy to hear that muse even though she's pretty clear sometimes. sometimes not, though. sometimes she likes to play and likes us to play" I agree - it depends on the time of year or the time of 'spirit' at times :) Thank you.
Gwendolyn Glover! Insert virual bow :) Thank you very much for your compliemnts!
peece all!
dj
am I close?
xox
am I close?" I ask the same thing :) Tonight it seems Sinatra sings "The Way You Look tonight" and the musez say Yes too... xox
bahHMblog! "music unplayed is excellent. :)" Thank you - and yes ;)
peece!
dj
xox
dj
xoxoxox
peec,
dj
peece!
dj