I found a CD Lisa's dad made me as they were clearning out an old computer. I want another Big Doings! Or how about our own?
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Memory Lane
I found a CD Lisa's dad made me as they were clearning out an old computer. I want another Big Doings! Or how about our own?
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Poems about the Apocalypse
I've been writing some poetry as a warm up when I work on my fiction. My mother has a book of poetry forms and I'm working my way through it.
ABSTRACT: When the sound of the words and lines of the poem take precidence over their meaning. I found that my poem did have meaning--probably influenced by the fact that I've been reading Ezekiel. I call it:
WRATH
Green slugs in the gray mud sing the
Murky thumps of rhinoceros stomps and
Breathe the geekish friends of freaks in chalked-up streaks.
We climb the drums and twiddling tombs. And daylight:
Mighty heads hear the fearful hell-bound snow clowns
Scream their tunes in flutes and sticks beating,
Dripping the jet stream waves and waking in ready tears
To trumpets jumping shrieks and painting cheeks in peaches. Teach
The drooping child to jump. Dance the doom steps home in
Synchronization: acclamations heard in foreign lyrics, spears
And swords swipe the screams in two. The notes bounce, pouncing
As puppies on careful stones. The end will not come. The end
Has already begun.
The other is a double-sided ACROSTIC:
reality isn’t always pretty is it
ever enough to sing your aria
to ease my troubles make me ask
unanswerables and this ache
runs my show and plays the guru
now standing in this looking-glass
tries to teach me to trust this ash
out from hellfire they’ll burst to
unimagined heights no sum
sustained in this darkness come
DISCOVERY: I like words with "hell" in them, Hell-fire, Hell-bound...
ABSTRACT: When the sound of the words and lines of the poem take precidence over their meaning. I found that my poem did have meaning--probably influenced by the fact that I've been reading Ezekiel. I call it:
WRATH
Green slugs in the gray mud sing the
Murky thumps of rhinoceros stomps and
Breathe the geekish friends of freaks in chalked-up streaks.
We climb the drums and twiddling tombs. And daylight:
Mighty heads hear the fearful hell-bound snow clowns
Scream their tunes in flutes and sticks beating,
Dripping the jet stream waves and waking in ready tears
To trumpets jumping shrieks and painting cheeks in peaches. Teach
The drooping child to jump. Dance the doom steps home in
Synchronization: acclamations heard in foreign lyrics, spears
And swords swipe the screams in two. The notes bounce, pouncing
As puppies on careful stones. The end will not come. The end
Has already begun.
The other is a double-sided ACROSTIC:
reality isn’t always pretty is it
ever enough to sing your aria
to ease my troubles make me ask
unanswerables and this ache
runs my show and plays the guru
now standing in this looking-glass
tries to teach me to trust this ash
out from hellfire they’ll burst to
unimagined heights no sum
sustained in this darkness come
DISCOVERY: I like words with "hell" in them, Hell-fire, Hell-bound...
What's Up (and Going)
1) I resigned from JC Penney's last Friday. A week and a half to go. Good thing too because it's September and there's Christmas stuff out on the sales floor!
2) Picked up some regular baby-sitting jobs. One for the Vitales (Hannah-6, Olivia-3.5, and Ella-2)in South Lyon on Mondays and Fridays and the other for John Garrett (3)on Wednesdays that will start up when his father finds work.
3) Will start next weekend backstage doing props for the JET's production of Broadway Bound. I'm looking forward to being able to see Annie Palmer more often. I know she's still alive because I read her blog. She's playing a concert in Ann Arbor Sunday night. Can't wait to see it. I hope the JET won't conflict.
4)I started teaching at the Hannan House (Senior Activities Center). I'll be teaching a Reader's Theater class. Today I had three people, all of whom I knew before, from the class I helped Blair out with last winter and spring. We'll be performing a play around Christmas time.
5) I've been house sitting for my parents who are on a train right now, heading through Colorado, home from the Grand Canyon. They said the Canyon was spectacular. They're right; I've seen it.
6) Been writing more songs. Right now I have 10 I wrote myself. Looking to do more performing, though my voice isn't quite back yet. Maybe a week from Sunday I'll do an open mic. Anyone interested in coming, or performing with me?
7) My parents "put the dog down" before they left. She was old, pretty dysfunctional, and condemned to our basement. I'm glad I hadn't lived here to be a part of THAT. She's buried in our backyard. I still feel like she's in the family room when I come in from the back door. I'm feeling pretty emotionally disconnected from it, so no need for sympathy. I wonder if I'll ever own a dog again. Maybe if someday I find myself feeling extra responsible, buckled down, with a routine schedule, home often, and bored. Who knows when that will be... Not any time soon.
That's all for now...
2) Picked up some regular baby-sitting jobs. One for the Vitales (Hannah-6, Olivia-3.5, and Ella-2)in South Lyon on Mondays and Fridays and the other for John Garrett (3)on Wednesdays that will start up when his father finds work.
3) Will start next weekend backstage doing props for the JET's production of Broadway Bound. I'm looking forward to being able to see Annie Palmer more often. I know she's still alive because I read her blog. She's playing a concert in Ann Arbor Sunday night. Can't wait to see it. I hope the JET won't conflict.
4)I started teaching at the Hannan House (Senior Activities Center). I'll be teaching a Reader's Theater class. Today I had three people, all of whom I knew before, from the class I helped Blair out with last winter and spring. We'll be performing a play around Christmas time.
5) I've been house sitting for my parents who are on a train right now, heading through Colorado, home from the Grand Canyon. They said the Canyon was spectacular. They're right; I've seen it.
6) Been writing more songs. Right now I have 10 I wrote myself. Looking to do more performing, though my voice isn't quite back yet. Maybe a week from Sunday I'll do an open mic. Anyone interested in coming, or performing with me?
7) My parents "put the dog down" before they left. She was old, pretty dysfunctional, and condemned to our basement. I'm glad I hadn't lived here to be a part of THAT. She's buried in our backyard. I still feel like she's in the family room when I come in from the back door. I'm feeling pretty emotionally disconnected from it, so no need for sympathy. I wonder if I'll ever own a dog again. Maybe if someday I find myself feeling extra responsible, buckled down, with a routine schedule, home often, and bored. Who knows when that will be... Not any time soon.
That's all for now...
