“I was poor in love, I was poor in wealth,”But breakfast is complimentary here, and“I was okay in everything else there was.” In my free associations between Young,Bejar, and Dylan, over bad hotel eggs,“I was poor in love, I was poor in wealth,” The refrain from a song on Destroyer’sKaput keeps rattling inside my head,“IContinue reading “#557: Hotel Breakfast (a loose villanelle)”
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#556: Dylan
Dylan The night before the trip, visiting with a dear friend, I drink a beer after 60 days without alcohol. I have another beer when I get home. I feel like a million bucks. It’s a question of when to stop, which seems like a revelation. At the newly refurbished and beautified Portland airport lobby, weContinue reading “#556: Dylan”
#555: Dan’s Boogie (A Record Review Sonnet Pair)
1 “That’s life,” Dan Bejar sings in the first song of the new Destroyer album. “It’s the same thing as nothing at all.” Listening toBejar, I remember hearing Neil Youngsing for the first time, thinking at first he was a woman, and then thinking that he really wasn’t very good at singing, until I beganContinue reading “#555: Dan’s Boogie (A Record Review Sonnet Pair)”
#554: A Friendship Ghazal
All my best friends are musicians, it seems, which is no surprise, Cool cats who sing, strum, pluck, pound, mix, and write, not a surprise. I married one some 39 years ago and we’re still together, drumming. I did the easy part, but she gave birth to one, a great drummer, surprise. Guitar players, whoContinue reading “#554: A Friendship Ghazal”
#553: A History of Drumming
Today’s poem is very loosely a poem. It’s a little essay broken into lines so as to imitate a poem, a pretty standard technique of mine. I tend to be pretty liberal about what constitutes a poem and what does not. Like most discussions around genre and form, it’s really only interesting if one findsContinue reading “#553: A History of Drumming”
#552: Furry
Here’s a bonus poem that veers away from my intended “project” or theme, which is to write every poem this month about or significantly “around” music. The only connection here is that I was on my way to play music when the inspiration struck in the form of these unlikely fellow travelers. Furry On theContinue reading “#552: Furry”
#551: Butterflies at the Hollyhocks
In the sheet musicat the chamber orchestra gig, there were a number of notations above the staveindicating the manner in whichthe music should be played. Nothing unusual about that, but where one might expect to see things like allegroor andante or accelerando, usually words that beginwith an A, instead she foundinstructions such as “playthis badly,”Continue reading “#551: Butterflies at the Hollyhocks”
#550: That Guy
Wednesday night at the John Grant concert, my friend and I sat mesmerized by his witty stage banter, his beautiful voice, one man, a grand piano, and a synth. A low volume rock show, in between songs after the enthusiastic applausewe could hear the theater seats creak,and while he played, even in the quietestmoments, IContinue reading “#550: That Guy”
#549: Living With Aqua Convergence
The only paintingsI’ve ever purchasedare paintings paintedby my painter friend. Aqua Convergencewasn’t the first or the last pieceof his I bought, but it sitsmost prominentlyin my consciousness. I see it every dayand almost every day I will linger in front of itand admire its underwater beauty. His crazy world and mineseem to collide; his art,Continue reading “#549: Living With Aqua Convergence”
#548: Why I Am Not A Carpenter
It is not the poem I wanted to write today, but the prompt at NaPoWriMo was irresistible. Why I Am Not A Carpenter –after Frank O’Hara I am not a carpenter, I am a poetand a musician and a teacher. Why? I think I would ratherbe a carpenter, but I am not. Well, for instance,Continue reading “#548: Why I Am Not A Carpenter”
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