can you feel it

Aafke

I like your poem!

TalonTedd

Aafke wrote:

I like your poem!

Thank you Aafke.

TalonTedd

Well I'm mulling the Eddie verse....Hope I don't maul.
Trepidation be damned!

Its the shortest verse by word count. Short and sweet? Concise?
My feelings for the words are strong. I don't think I want to change the theme(s) at all.

Leap for fait, Eddie!....
All those reckless leaps, monkey barring all over the stage. Giving out all that energy and meaning. Ready to die for his truths and beliefs, so admirable, so heroic. Remember in PJ20 when Stone was talking about those events and he said about EV maybe falling to his death "well it would have been a lot more than I could of handled". the look on Stone's face, memorable. The (!....) gives pause for me and all the faithful to reflect on EV and what he means for us, integrity for one. You know he and my older brother have the same spirit. No comprises on their morals. Love you Bro!
Does he leap for his fait or all of ours?
Leap for (human, our, your) fait, Eddie!....

Surfs among Sea Atolls
This line pays a homage to the whole Seattle scene. Wow, I hope you sea atolls realize what a gift you got back in the day and what still has life today. If the Rock and Roll hall of fame ever moves it should go to Seattle in my view...what an era! When I listen to songs like comatose, indifference, bush leaguer etc. it gives light on the "front Mans" responsibilities and endless pressures, especially all the frenzied fans....I'd take residence on a far off island too. Frenzied...feeding, needing, wanting. I think this line puts Ed where he wants to be yet it has its pitfalls, mysteries and vicissitudes, amongst the waves.

Surfs amongst frenzied (manic, delirious, wanting, volcanic, erupting, restless, passionate) sea atolls.

Heroic wave, solstice soul.
Driving home from the show in Buffalo, my wife goggled Ed. She was interested in seeing pictures of his family life. that was her first PJ adventure, she hasn't stopped listening since. She told me his B-day is Dec. 23, right during the winter solstice. How fitting, seemingly. "Can't know what is high, until you've been down so low".

(on second thought)

Anyways back to the work.
Heroic (colossal, towering, vast) wave, (solicitous, soluble, sol-fa, solemn, enterprising, explicit)solstice soul

Leap for fait, Eddie!....
Surfs among manic sea Atolls
Vast heroic wave, explicit solstice soul.

Leap for fait, E...
Surfs among passionate sea atolls
Heroic wave, solicitous solstice soul.

Leap...
Surfs among restless sea atolls
A vast heroic wave, cradles the explicit solstice soul. maybe!

Heroic wave solstice soul really embodies EV for me. I want to be careful with this. I need to recite this a few times. rollins gave me the idea that this poem needs to be recited with emphasis over just being read. I believe he is completely right.

Leap for fait, Eddie!....
surfs among restless Sea atolls.
A vast heroic wave, cradles the explicit solstice soul.

to be cont.
Nov 22

Soon after writing in this post I went for a ride to do some errands(no friend, didn't think to ask his help). I was reflecting on the changes and my thoughts began to reveal images of my wife and our marriage. She is my greatest experience in life. From our whirlwind romance, marriage, our two boys and All the life these blessings have given me. I am so deeply grateful for you...Mrs. Tedd. I love you. I believe your energy played a hand in my choice of the word" cradles".

You know they say it kind of frightening
how this younger generation swings
ya know it more than just some new sensation.
yeah the kid is into loosing sleep and he don't come home
for half the week
you know its more than just an aggravation, wow
and the cradle.......


I'm really happy with the way this verse sounds now.

Leap for fait, Eddie!....
Surfs among restless Sea Atolls.
A vast heroic wave, cradles the explicit solstice soul.

I need to take a last look at Boom Gaspar! He is the biggest mystery. The Love boat Captain. First met him (so to speak) watching "Imagine in Cornice". I hope my verse for him would make him happy. My feeling is he has a magic. He must to find his way on to PJ. Probably some real talent there too. Boom!

Pretty sure i'll be posting tomorrow November 23. Twenty-three has been my favorite number since high school.
Nov 23

Realize in your instrument binaural brilliant light.
Spell-bound strings, lyrical seer in sight.
Beat deep skin too the captive melodious heart.
Waves of clay dance and sing; Denizens in joyous part.

Broken bone, casted in doubt.
Jeff and Stone reanimated, rhythmic dual.
Dropping lively tabs, embark the infinite start.

Tauten five nine, flesh amplifying twine.
Out of a metallic shadow stomps McCready.
Fresco fingers conjuring electric art.

Tendrils growing fresh of a harvested garden.
Matt finales a quavered measure.
Standard bearer, drumming treasure.

Leap for fait, Eddie!.....
Surfs among restless Sea Atolls.
A vast heroic wave, cradles the explicit solstice soul.

Tropical shores twittering Boom! Terra incognita to layer.
Una lacrema cadde nel Cornicione.
Angelic keys ripple stoic prayer.

Follow enlightened faithful.
Witness eternal echoes of Homers portentous band.
For lachrymose gaze the gods.
A procession of ages shall pass, none rival Pearl Jam!


The first snow of the season is blowing in Caledon today
the winter solstice makes its way.....
Yes the cradle, the cradle will rock
oh the cradle, the cradle will rock
WELL I SAY ROCK ON, OH.
YEAH ROCK ON

rollings

(I wrote this about the band after pj20)

oh, across the music
that band is emitting
one constant always shows up
the singularity
the answer is the way they hit it
the way they put out
sounds
their place
and non-placement
the scale of it when bass meets drums making DNA strands out of themselves
laced with guitar
and all that Vedder says
just right loud able to go through you--skin and graft and bone
blows through you like water
exits through your spine back
so, yes, sweat
yes, head
strength from exhaustion because there were so many inclines and declines at alpine with legs dancing up and down them all night long

mosquito red washed, rinsed, released

TalonTedd

rollings wrote:

(I wrote this about the band after pj20)

oh, across the music
that band is emitting
one constant always shows up
the singularity
the answer is the way they hit it
the way they put out
sounds
their place
and non-placement
the scale of it when bass meets drums making DNA strands out of themselves
laced with guitar
and all that Vedder says
just right loud able to go through you--skin and graft and bone
blows through you like water
exits through your spine back
so, yes, sweat
yes, head
strength from exhaustion because there were so many inclines and declines at alpine with legs dancing up and down them all night long

mosquito red washed, rinsed, released

Thank you rollins for posting your poem about the band. It does me a great honor to have you share this here. I was hoping you'd be the first to share a vision. I love it. When I read it I can see a collage of stills, yet they are moving slowly, speaking to me without a word. A message that says this is for you...and I reach for it.
Thanks again, its great!

donnaruhl

Here's mine.Took me awhile.I had to write it down first.
And thank you for asking.

I didn't expect you to be there
But there you were
The one in the window with the camera
Was that really him? "said to myself"
Pretty sure he just took my picture

Right then,My place in the sun had a smile
I couldn't believe my eye's
Was this dumb luck or fate?

So afraid my chance up front was taken
So many people patiently waiting
Waiting for Eye Candy Close.

Lines were fractured.Time stood still,
As people passed me by,
Twenty,Then Forty,Then Sixty
This can't be happening
Why is this happening to me?

I'm In! Where's the bathroom?
No,No! Get your spot,Then Go!
I'm not that far away after all.
I didn't need these Binoculars

My place in the sun was still shining
Long after the "Yellow Moon" rose
It was better than I could imagine
In your view,I was Eye Candy Close

I didn't get the rail or the wine
Or the Tambourine,that you tried to give me.
I've got one better,A night to remember
And remember you, Eye Candy Close

TalonTedd

donnaruhl wrote:

Here's mine.Took me awhile.I had to write it down first.
And thank you for asking.

I didn't expect you to be there
But there you were
The one in the window with the camera
Was that really him? "said to myself"
Pretty sure he just took my picture

Right then,My place in the sun had a smile
I couldn't believe my eye's
Was this dumb luck or fate?

So afraid my chance up front was taken
So many people patiently waiting
Waiting for Eye Candy Close.

Lines were fractured.Time stood still,
As people passed me by,
Twenty,Then Forty,Then Sixty
This can't be happening
Why is this happening to me?

I'm In! Where's the bathroom?
No,No! Get your spot,Then Go!
I'm not that far away after all.
I didn't need these Binoculars

My place in the sun was still shining
Long after the "Yellow Moon" rose
It was better than I could imagine
In your view,I was Eye Candy Close

I didn't get the rail or the wine
Or the Tambourine,that you tried to give me.
I've got one better,A night to remember
And remember you, Eye Candy Close

Thank you so much donnaruhl for accepting my request to post your poem in my little scrap book.

There is so much I like about this poem. Starting with her great line "Eye candy close". a sensual little ditty that really captures the desire to get in tight with the band. As the poem starts, You can really feel her anticipation rising as the concert start closes in. We all get that feeling of anticipation when the hour draws near. sometimes it is every bit as enjoyable as a show itself, a feeling to savor.
But as we all know reality rarely lives up to imagination. Don't we all submit as Donna did to the sweet surrender of what was; and the happy memories that will be relived for as long as can be remembered. "My place in the sun was still shining long after the yellow moon rose". Really nice donnaruhl , I can really relate to this. Thanks again.

TalonTedd

The Teleportation of Ms. Dickweed
By: mysticweed

the stars were within reach a mere foothill of heads in the span
the scene was effervescent the mood was fluorescent with unthoughts clutched in each hand
lightning bolts of percussion and bass and
drop the leash right in my face and
I know nothing will ever replace
that feeling’s still reeling fired up and wired up to the ceiling
I would have been so fucking lost without you you know in more ways than the obvious one
it was because of you that I was able to
blaze out on the rays of the sun
and through some subconscious deed
I was released from the need to need
and in a precise and pristine moment - finally
I heard the sirens

Thanks again mysticweed for allowing me to add your prose to my collection. And if I can figure it out I'll add your pic.

I gotta say this one is my favorite so far. I love how the pace of it just builds and builds, until finally the sirens wail. No time to rest (or breath) when it comes together and feels perfect.

"and through some subconscious deed I was released from the need to need"

This one really hits home. No longer need to search for a favorite band, no longer need to find an example of rock and roll integrity and comradeship in this era. I have all I need now. I can move on in life with a sound and songwriter I can truly be grateful for; there were others, but they were made to be more than they really were or they just couldn't keep it together. And of the subconscious; I love how my two young boys begin their lives with a full dose of PJ nicely filled away deep in thiers'. It can only help them to understand and traverse this world of ups and downs and people looking to put you on the ground and that when friends are found they pick you up even if you slipped on and are slathered in shit...just don't make it a habit.

Can't get over the flow of this piece. seamless, breathtaking. Just rolls right off the tongue...try it, read it out loud...take a deep breath first, you'll need it.

"drop the leash right in my face"....mystic...I wanna hook up, get all fucked up, and trip around the streets of the city with you...see what else you have too say. You got a great attitude! Look me up when you find your ass in T.O....I'll bring the grass.

TalonTedd

Well, PJ has dropped the leash...its contest time! the boys want an original work with lightning as the central theme. I read this in Deep mag, just got it two days ago...13 days to contest close. Ah yes, the 10C's distribution network is infamous. Oh well, as I have said before I like a challenge! But its late and I gotta work early in the mourn so I'll just file this little note in my night cap and sleep on it. The first time I ever caught lightning in a bottle was when I set eyes on her for the first time, so she may have to be the focus...but I have one or two other ideas.

I also just asked Aafke to submit something. She really is a good artist. I hope she throws her brush in the ring.

01/18/14 @ 23:17

As I did before, so shall I do again...only incognito until after the thirty one...Tribocharge it!

TalonTedd

<I've been doing an upgrade course. they asked me to write a one page speech about a person or entity that I admire........guess who got the ink.

“Realize in your instrument binaural brilliant light.
Spell-bound strings, lyrical seer in sight.
Beat deep skin to the captive melodious heart.
Waves of clay dance and sing; denizens in joyous part.”

Have you ever been so moved by a person or group of people that you had to write poetry about them. I have and I just had to write an epic poem about the most inspiring musical group it has been my complete honor to be counted as one of their die-hard fans. That band is Pearl Jam and their lead singer and explicit solstice soul, Eddie Vedder. The poetic stanza I just read opens the ode I wrote to the band. The ode is called “Can You Feel It”. It was my way of expressing the adoration and exhilaration I feel about the band, music, Eddie and their history. I have come to regard Pearl Jam’s members, Eddie, Stone, Jeff, Matt, Mike and Boom as role models. Over the band’s more than twenty years together, they have delivered electrifying and meaningful songs, confronted corporate greed and spearheaded relentless political activism.
Stone Gossard, a guitarist and president of Pearl Jam recently said in an interview that “Eddie is the spiritual leader of Pearl Jam”. Fans of the band, in there millions worldwide, would completely agree with that statement. His spirit first exploded into pop-culture with perhaps the bands biggest hit, Alive. Alive is a dark and disturbing story of family lies, abuse and an adolescent Eddie Vedder losing his father, whose existence was concealed, until it was too late. For Eddie to take the stage, night after night in the bands’ infancy and tell his most emotionally hurtful secrets for fans to dance and sing to in erupting joy; well that takes a lot of courage. Apparently Eddie would leave the stage in tears many nights.
As time passed and hit records piled, Eddie’s exceptional skill for writing lyrics and music grew like the proverbial tree of knowledge; firmly rooted in the soil of the bands friendship and talents. Music was not Pearl Jam’s only business. They took a stand against the corporate gold diggers that Ticket Master has deformed into. The band’s fight against exorbitant surcharges on concert tickets landed them on Capitol Hill in Washington D.C. and a front row seat for Jeff Ament and Stone Gossard in a Senate sub-committee hearing. Then the Bush Administration’s darkness befell the land. Eddie and the band waged relentless peaceful political activism against those evil doers. Their song about George W Bush titled Bu$hleager, nearly got them lynched in Texas one night!
All the activism and integrity aside, it’s the music that really grips me. Black, Alive, Yellow Ledbetter, Sirens and Even Flow are just some of the songs an entire arena full of faithful fans will sing along too. I wrote my ode to PJ after having recently attended a show in Buffalo NY; about twenty feet from center stage. Afterwards, in reflection, I finally understood the term, “religious fervor”! Give Pearl Jam a download; watch the feature length documentary PJ20 by Cameron Crowe. PJ20 is the definitive portrait of the band and another one of the mystical notes in PJ’s epic opera that had me writing Homeric poetry of my own. Bravo, to the rock star role models, Eddie Vedder and Pearl Jam!

In joyous part.

TalonTedd

June 25/26, 2014
GET SWALLOWED WHOLE
10.a
“Realize in your instrument binaural brilliant light.
Spell-bound strings, lyrical seer in sight.
Beat deep skin to the captive melodious heart.
Waves of clay dance and sing; denizens in joyous part.”

Have you ever been so moved by a person or group of people that you had to write poetry about them. I have and I just had to write an epic poem about the most inspiring musical group it has been my complete honor to be counted as one of their die-hard fans. That band is Pearl Jam and their lead singer and explicit solstice soul, Eddie Vedder. The poetic stanza I just read opens the ode I wrote to the band. The ode is called “Can You Feel It”. It was my way of expressing the adoration and exhilaration I feel about the band, music, Eddie and their history. I have come to regard Pearl Jam’s members, Eddie, Stone, Jeff, Matt, Mike and Boom as role models. Over the band’s more than twenty years together, they have delivered electrifying and meaningful songs, confronted corporate greed and spearheaded relentless political activism.
Stone Gossard, a guitarist and president of Pearl Jam recently said in an interview that “Eddie is the spiritual leader of Pearl Jam”. Fans of the band, in there millions worldwide, would completely agree with that statement. His spirit first exploded into pop-culture with perhaps the bands biggest hit, Alive. Alive is a dark and disturbing story of family lies, abuse and an adolescent Eddie Vedder losing his father, whose existence was concealed, until it was too late. For Eddie to take the stage, night after night in the bands’ infancy and tell his most emotionally hurtful secrets for fans to dance and sing to in erupting joy; well that takes a lot of courage. Apparently Eddie would leave the stage in tears many nights.
As time passed and hit records piled, Eddie’s exceptional skill for writing lyrics and music grew like the proverbial tree of knowledge; firmly rooted in the soil of the bands friendship and talents. Music was not Pearl Jam’s only business. They took a stand against the corporate gold diggers that Ticket Master has deformed into. The band’s fight against exorbitant surcharges on concert tickets landed them on Capitol Hill in Washington D.C. and a front row seat for Jeff Ament and Stone Gossard in a Senate sub-committee hearing. Then the Bush Administration’s darkness befell the land. Eddie and the band waged relentless peaceful political activism against those evil doers. Their song about George W Bush titled Bu$hleager, nearly got them lynched in Texas one night!
All the activism and integrity aside, it’s the music that really grips me. Black, Alive, Yellow Ledbetter, Sirens and Even Flow are just some of the songs an entire arena full of faithful fans will sing along too. I wrote my ode to PJ after having recently attended a show in Buffalo NY; about twenty feet from center stage. Afterwards, in reflection, I finally understood the term, “religious fervor”! Give Pearl Jam a download; watch the feature length documentary PJ20 by Cameron Crowe. PJ20 is the definitive portrait of the band and another one of the mystical notes in PJ’s epic opera that had me writing Homeric poetry of my own. Bravo, to the rock star role models, Eddie Vedder and Pearl Jam!

In joyous part.

Wonderful!
(This was the comment posted by the Teacher)
I thought to save my submissions for this exercise for posterity


PS. Here is some additional information about my poem and concert experience if you’re interested.

http://community.pearljam.com/discussion/217408/can-you-feel-it#latest
http://community.pearljam.com/discussion/219892/buffalo-fanviews-here-10-12-13/p3
page three on this thread. My club name is TalonTedd.

And here are three more poems I wrote in the 10C

http://community.pearljam.com/discussion/228941/the-usually-high-priestess-lettinggo#latest
http://community.pearljam.com/discussion/comment/5490292#Comment_5490292
http://community.pearljam.com/discussion/170747/instant-thoughts-add-yours-too-if-you-like/p39
Page 39 and 40 two separate poems.

10.b. The audience for my speech is anyone that has a taste for Rock music and the tone is meant to sound electric and enthusiastic; a tone exemplifying the spirit of Rock and Roll. Since my purpose is to sow the seeds of curiosity for some fresh tendrils to sprout in the minds of anyone that likes rock music. It seems fitting to extol the virtues of Pearl Jam with an enthusiastic tone.

10.c. (10C is the acronym for the PJ fan club…how fitting.)
The audience was my 4 year old…..yeah.

Upon recital, review and reflection of my speech, His Lordship, Dustin, has bequeathed that my presentation lacks for nothing. My love of the band is limitless and knows no boundaries. Not long ago, I stood upon a bar top in Graffiti’s pub and recited “can you feel it” with passion. My silver tongue landed me a treasure trove of applause and a few beers. Public speaking is real strength of mine. When I was a young man, I thought to become a politician. However, that said, I would change one line of the speech in its current form. I think the term “religious fervor” would detract from my goal. It may lead some people to think that I’m a little too bias, maybe even a little crazy….me! I could also do some more research and choose topics like philanthropy, awards and others to list facts other than my own feelings, as central themes of the speech.

10.d. For a visual aid, I would employ one of my PJ tour T-shirt souvenirs. Wearing a tour shirt would legitimize my assertion of being a “die-hard fan’.

Unit 2: Reflection

I particularly enjoyed the lesson “Identifying Perspective and Bias” (11) found in lesson number six. For understanding Perspective, the example of Angela stating, “We all have the right to breathe clean air.” (11) made clear that perspective is a choice. Perspective is an empirical solution that a person equates from facts or fictions that are revealed to them. Bias can be a rhetorical menace or a vigilant shield in a person’s life. From the bias of others, people are given a perspective of issues that can be truthful or deceitful. For instance, I was viewing the TV show “The Agenda, with Steve Paikin” on TVO the other night. A table of bitter and defeated conservative provincial candidates was discussing the future of the PC Party and the mistakes of the election campaign. To a clone, each one of them thought Tim Hudak’s promise of firing 100 000 civil servants was delivered too truthfully. Instead, they said that using terms like “trimming the fat” or “finding savings in government spending”, would have been better. So, I now understand that they think stating the truth is bad politics and that vague, catchy phrases work better to win elections. So they can then implement their true intentions of destroying people’s livelihoods and the services we deserve as citizens. It was so nice to use the lessons of perspective and bias while watching that show. I now completely understand that I will never share the perspectives of Conservatives, because they are biased towards deceit when campaigning for public office.
Strong reasoning! (comment)

In joyous part
:-@

TalonTedd

Happy birtyhday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, "Can you feel it".
Happy birthday to you......are ya one....yes you are.

Happy birthday to my very favorite personal, literary creation of all time.
I couldn't be more proud of you.
And to see you a whole year older and to recollect all the excitment and anticipation of your creation over a year ago. You developed over months, in the womb of my imagination.....so you remember who your daddy is, kiddo. Anyway, you've grown and its time to reflect some of the changes that feel right for me and you (I'll never edit the first stanza, it will always be). So, all the best for the new year and may your meaning and signifigance in my heart and mind never dwindle.

Can You Feel It

Realize in your instrument binaural brilliant light.
Spell-bound strings, lyrical seer in sight.
Beat deep skin to the captive melodiuos heart.
Waves of clay dance and sing; denizens in joyous part.

Broken Bone...t...casted in doubt.
Jeff and Stone reanimated, rythmic dual.
Dropping lively tabs, that embarks a supersonic start.

Out of a metallic Shawdow stomps Mccready.
Tauten five nine, painted flesh amplifing fretted twine.
His fresco fingers conjure electric art.

Tendrils sprouting fresh of a harvested Garden.
Matt heeds the deed to finale a quavered measure.
You are, the standard bearer drumming oceans of treasure.

Leap for fait, Eddie!...
He surfs among restless Sea Atolls.
A vast heroic wave cradles the explicit solstice soul.

Tropical shores, twittering Boom; terra incognita to layer.
Una la crima cadde nel cornicione.
Angelic keys ripple with stoic prayer.

Follow the footsteps of enlightened faithful.
Rise, witness eternal echoes of Homer's portentious band.
For lacyrimous gaze the Gods; infallable and alone in their immortality.
A procession of ages shall pass, none rival Pearl Jam!

In joyous part.

whispering hands

How cool to get to read this in it's progression!! I loved watching it evolve into this! I have discovered that I write much better stories than poetry, but I still write poems.. The only one I ever wrote about the band was from waaaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaaaaay back in the beginning, like '92 sort of beginning.. It is totally cheeseball for sure.

TalonTedd

Hey, thanks for your input whispering hands, and I really like your club name. You would be very welcome to dig that old "cheeseball" from out of the sofa and post that fromage all over these pages..... :-? @-) Seriously, I would love to read it. Think of it sorta like when Eddie gets handed the Demo tape in PJ20; remember the look. If it still exists, I would be very honoured...and you might enjoy the memories.

In joyous part.

whispering hands

I might have to look that up!! Lol

whispering hands

Ok.. Here's my cheeseball contribution, rhymed schematic and all..

Out Of The Water

See them standing on a stage,
Hear their voices vent your rage.
Grasp the world in its ripe old age,
And join the rebels in wars to wage!

You know the albums that they sell,
And all the stories that they tell,
Now your soul lies under spell,
For all you pain they know so well.

Their pictures on your walls to see,
Stripped of common reality,
Take away the lives that be,
And make them Into Gods for me!

Hear them see them everyday,
Cause MTV's there all the way,
Believe each word reporters say,
Yet half the time they're not that way!

These are people can't you see,
Give them back their reality.
And always I will make this plea,
They're only human, so let them be!!

This was in 92. When they were blowing up, and you could see the strain on them. I'm forever grateful to not be famous! P.S. This too was when MTV STILLL ACTUALLY PMAYED AND COVERED MUSIC!! Lol

TalonTedd

whispering hands said:

Ok.. Here's my cheeseball contribution, rhymed schematic and all..

Out Of The Water

See them standing on a stage,
Hear their voices vent your rage.
Grasp the world in its ripe old age,
And join the rebels in wars to wage!

You know the albums that they sell,
And all the stories that they tell,
Now your soul lies under spell,
For all you pain they know so well.

Their pictures on your walls to see,
Stripped of common reality,
Take away the lives that be,
And make them Into Gods for me!

Hear them see them everyday,
Cause MTV's there all the way,
Believe each word reporters say,
Yet half the time they're not that way!

These are people can't you see,
Give them back their reality.
And always I will make this plea,
They're only human, so let them be!!

This was in 92. When they were blowing up, and you could see the strain on them. I'm forever grateful to not be famous! P.S. This too was when MTV STILLL ACTUALLY PMAYED AND COVERED MUSIC!! Lol

Thats' a bella fromagia :-bd

Thanks for posting your loving poem about the band in my little scrap book, whispering hands. I can see you were instantly connected to them from the begining. You also recognized and forsaw the activist trajectory they would advance their band with "And join the rebels in wars to wage", some nice irony there.
"Now your soul lies under spell. For all your pain they know so well", and with those words you encapsulate the bond that binds their fans to them! They extol the virtues of human misery so well in there music. I believe its from misery, that we learn to really appreciate joy. And in those early years of "Ten" they connected to our hearts by simply being honest and explicit with their own feelings and experiences....that, and the greatest guitar riffs going! Its that beauty in truth that really captivates fans and brings a deep satisfaction to our senses.
I can relate to your protectivness of the band, as you close out your poem. When really good artists/art reaches deep into our soul, they become blood. Don't we all make statements like "thats my music" in referece to our tastes, and we had nothing to do with its creation; yet it is ours. But the system would have never relented in its pursuit of controlling them if they let it, and they didn't. They fought hard for their souls and they won. and that is why they still produce music that we love and more importantly, they love; Lightning Bolt kicked ass!....as has everything they have done.
Great poem from a passionate fan and veteran member of this great club!
XOXO whispering hands. 8->

In joyous part


p.s. Just a reminder Faithful, post your prose and poems about the band here, if you wish.....its my honour and pleasure to keep this little scrap book of PJ love. >-

whispering hands

Wow thank you!! I still feel that way, yet it has mellowed out in the need to
Let them be part.. But I do still feel like they are gods of rock like all the other rock veterans out there! Thank you for that review! It made me smile. And as for the political aspect, I knew it was coming, yes.. Had a little inner insight into that one!! Lol

TalonTedd

Happy Birthday little one. You are two years old now and the love and joy I have for you is that much more plentiful. When you turned one I gave you some new styles and I don't think this year I have any urge to reshape and refine your meaning; because you mean the world to me, my gratitude for the music and my personal growth. Because of you I went on to produce several dozen new poems,prose and songs. This is a part of me I haven't explored or even cared for until you came to being. Now, I am constantly aware of my desire for more inspiration and meaning from what I produce but also the creations of others. the fans in this club are an inspiration in their own right and of course the band stands alone in my mind eye for what i desire in music, entertainment and example.
So lets rattle you off with gumption, gratitude and grace on this your second year


Can You Feel It

Realize in your instrument binaural brilliant light.
Spell-bound strings, lyrical seer in sight.
Beat deep skin to the captive melodious heart.
Waves of clay dance and sing; denizens in joyous part.

Broken Bone...t...cast in doubt.
Jeff and Stone reanimated, rhythmic duel.
Dropping lively tabs, so embarks a supersonic start.

Out of a metallic Shadow stomps McCready.
Tauten five nine, painted flesh amplifying fretted twine.
His fresco fingers conjure electric art.

Tendrils sprouting fresh of a harvested Garden.
Matt heeds the deed to finale a quavered measure.
You are, the standard bearer drumming oceans of treasure.

Leap for fate, Eddie!...
He surfs among restless Sea Atolls.
A vast heroic wave cradles the explicit solstice soul.

Tropical shores, twittering Boom; terra incognita to layer.
Una la crima cadde nel Cornicione.
Angelic keys ripple with stoic prayer.

Follow the footsteps of enlightened faithful.
Rise, witness eternal echoes of Homer's portentous band.
For lacyrimous gaze the Gods; infallible and alone in their immortality.
A procession of ages shall pass, none rival Pearl Jam!

In joyous part.

TalonTedd

TalonTedd said:

Happy Birthday little one. You are two years old now and the love and joy I have for you is that much more plentiful. When you turned one I gave you some new styles and I don't think this year I have any urge to reshape and refine your meaning; because you mean the world to me, my gratitude for the music and my personal growth. Because of you I went on to produce several dozen new poems,prose and songs. This is a part of me I haven't explored or even cared for until you came to being. Now, I am constantly aware of my desire for more inspiration and meaning from what I produce but also the creations of others. the fans in this club are an inspiration in their own right and of course the band stands alone in my mind eye for what i desire in music, entertainment and example. So lets rattle you off with gumption, gratitude and grace on this your second year Can You Feel It Realize in your instrument binaural brilliant light. Spell-bound strings, lyrical seer in sight. Beat deep skin to the captive melodious heart. Waves of clay dance and sing; denizens in joyous part. Broken Bone...t...cast in doubt. Jeff and Stone reanimated, rhythmic duel. Dropping lively tabs, so embarks a supersonic start. Out of a metallic Shadow stomps McCready. Tauten five nine, painted flesh amplifying fretted twine. His fresco fingers conjure electric art. Tendrils sprouting fresh of a harvested Garden. Matt heeds the deed to finale a quavered measure. You are, the standard bearer drumming oceans of treasure. Leap for fate, Eddie!... He surfs among restless Sea Atolls. A vast heroic wave cradles the explicit solstice soul. Tropical shores, twittering Boom; terra incognita to layer. Una la crima cadde nel Cornicione. Angelic keys ripple with stoic prayer. Follow the footsteps of enlightened faithful. Rise, witness eternal echoes of Homer's portentous band. For lacyrimous gaze the Gods; infallible and alone in their immortality. A procession of ages shall pass, none rival Pearl Jam! In joyous part.

I can still feel it 4 years on, the love for my band and the jammers.