(so... i'm doing competetive performace poetry in 13 days... i have to memorize three 3-minute pieces and get the whole visual expression together.... it's really exciting for me... really... very... your input, anything... would be most helpful, I think... so please, tell me if you have any ideas or criticisms.... thanks.... Here's the first, i wrote it maybe two weeks ago: )
EUREKA!!!!
I am a mountain climber.
I mean,
I know I’m short and double wide
like a truck needing escort
But it’s true!
***I***
am a mountain climber.
I climb Giants…
the kind that used to plague my dreams?
the kind that used to scare me shitless until I grew double wide
like a truck needing escort?
You see?
I start at the base
A gentle low slope
my feet unsteady on the moving pit of a boastful throat
test my ropes
AND
check the beeners
Peel the Tee and Heavy Cotton Jeans and toss ‘em in the back of my S.U.V. so it’s just me and my two thick skins…
Chalk my hands and set my eye on the breathing horizon of his lips and begin…
It starts out such the easiest trail, well worn
by those who’d been here before
And it’s WARM down here???
The sun all ablaze on the sand of this
his soft cinnamon skin.
And well? After a bit? I stop and eat an apple.
Oh, It feels so Wholesome,
wholesome and whole,
some
of
it in my mouth...
My stomach starts grumbling
and...
I’m off again.
The trail gets steeper, deeper still but I set my feet and keep on keeping
up
this
hill
I reach the last flat. I uncurl my ropes
Tug on the knots that bind it to my hope,
it’s a four-pronged steel keeper and…
I’m...
sure it’ll hold.
The circles spin so tight at first until momentum takes gain and this thick rope slips feet through my hand
a heave
a ho
and I let go
My four-pronged steel hook humps
up and over his cliffed chin of stone
pulls purchase on the lower left
incisor.
Another couple of tugs, a crack, a crumble, and I am showered in rope and failing granite…
but I ain’t scared….
Switch right and circles tight and opening again
it’s the same old thing
a heave
a ho
and I let go
and catch the right edge tight and…
I’m pretty sure It’ll hold.
Alright, yeah, so… okay
I’ve done this before
some 3, 4, 5, 6 months ago?
After which I swore I’d NEVER climb alone.
Once I start climbing this vertiginous slide
I laugh to myself because I realize
That I mightn’t’ve needed these ropes now at all
A machete’ perhaps, such a brush covered wall
and find myself up
and over
in no time
so much preparation for such a short climb.
Within moments, mere moments
My hand on my hip
and my feet on his lips
and my eyes toward the pit
of a HUGE (muttha fukkin) volcano
a deep breath…. HELLLLLL-OHHHH
and another…. HELLLLL-OHHHH?
By golly,
he ain’t answering…
no
wait
what was that?
What Was THAT???
A grin split my face
and I set to make haste
to unfiddle the latches my harness abate
strip the last layer off of my two foot thick skin
and I call out EUREKA!!
And
i know i did, i remember baking cookies and noting which shoes looked good on you
i remember walking through isles upon isles of men's shirts and telling saleswomen what fantastic legs you had...
so give me the shorter shorts
i remember holding your head to my chest and making my heart beat louder so you would feel me feeling your pain
i remember trying
i remember trying to hoist one hundred and ninety pounds and carry you to bed so you wouldn't feel left out
and hooking my hand into the bend of your elbow as we walked through town...
dhnt dhnt dhnt dhnt dhnt.... so.... is this thing on?
no? well that's okay.
i wasn't talking anyway.
i wasn't talking anyway
except to say
except to say that i did love you.
i remember crying under crosses for you to save me
and for you to let me save you (kcufer)
i remember when all words flew like wine from our lips, our fingertips sore with all the click, click, click, click.
i remember the face i thought you were making
and the way i thought you sat on your couch
and the way we'd always speak in metaphors
taking special note of all the cosmic bindings between the you and i
yeah... so...
dhnt dhnt dhnt....is this thing on?
no? well, that's okay...
i wasn't talking anyway
i wasn't talking anyway
except to say
except to say
i don't believe love goes away,
for me it doesn't anyway
and maybe,
maybe soon someday
i'll take my mirror to Bombay
and love it in an alleyway
our malaise held fast in sway
and maybe She wont float away
Kitty stretched out crescently
Claws distent
In his intent
To lay down next to me
We dream of Mice and Men.
The slice
The sun
The blind lets in
All too aware
It shines on them, we
Twenty-five hits on an echo
Twenty-five hits touched-toned-pulsed, we
Twenty-five
The twenty-third
The Ides we see complete The Lamb
And other well bound works he knows
He knows with slight experience
Precisely who I am.
Originally posted by PastaNazi (so... i'm doing competetive performace poetry in 13 days... i have to memorize three 3-minute pieces and get the whole visual expression together.... it's really exciting for me... really... very... your input, anything... would be most helpful, I think... so please, tell me if you have any ideas or criticisms.... thanks.... Here's the first, i wrote it maybe two weeks ago: )
EUREKA!!!!
I am a mountain climber.
I mean,
I know I’m short and double wide
like a truck needing escort
But it’s true!
***I***
am a mountain climber.
I climb Giants…
the kind that used to plague my dreams?
the kind that used to scare me shitless until I grew double wide
like a truck needing escort?
You see?
I start at the base
A gentle low slope
my feet unsteady on the moving pit of a boastful throat
test my ropes
AND
check the beeners
Peel the Tee and Heavy Cotton Jeans and toss ‘em in the back of my S.U.V. so it’s just me and my two thick skins…
Chalk my hands and set my eye on the breathing horizon of his lips and begin…
It starts out such the easiest trail, well worn
by those who’d been here before
And it’s WARM down here???
The sun all ablaze on the sand of this
his soft cinnamon skin.
And well? After a bit? I stop and eat an apple.
Oh, It feels so Wholesome,
wholesome and whole,
some
of
it in my mouth...
My stomach starts grumbling
and...
I’m off again.
The trail gets steeper, deeper still but I set my feet and keep on keeping
up
this
hill
I reach the last flat. I uncurl my ropes
Tug on the knots that bind it to my hope,
it’s a four-pronged steel keeper and…
I’m...
sure it’ll hold.
The circles spin so tight at first until momentum takes gain and this thick rope slips feet through my hand
a heave
a ho
and I let go
My four-pronged steel hook humps
up and over his cliffed chin of stone
pulls purchase on the lower left
incisor.
Another couple of tugs, a crack, a crumble, and I am showered in rope and failing granite…
but I ain’t scared….
Switch right and circles tight and opening again
it’s the same old thing
a heave
a ho
and I let go
and catch the right edge tight and…
I’m pretty sure It’ll hold.
Alright, yeah, so… okay
I’ve done this before
some 3, 4, 5, 6 months ago?
After which I swore I’d NEVER climb alone.
Once I start climbing this vertiginous slide
I laugh to myself because I realize
That I mightn’t’ve needed these ropes now at all
A machete’ perhaps, such a brush covered wall
and find myself up
and over
in no time
so much preparation for such a short climb.
Within moments, mere moments
My hand on my hip
and my feet on his lips
and my eyes toward the pit
of a HUGE (muttha fukkin) volcano
a deep breath…. HELLLLLL-OHHHH
and another…. HELLLLL-OHHHH?
By golly,
he ain’t answering…
no
wait
what was that?
What Was THAT???
A grin split my face
and I set to make haste
to unfiddle the latches my harness abate
strip the last layer off of my two foot thick skin
and I call out EUREKA!!
And
I
jump
in.
~thanks for reading~
I did read...I was whistling that incidental music from the part in For a Few Dollars More when Clint Eastwood and Lee Van Cleef are shooting each others' hats up and down the dirt road..great stuff! Great rhythm in the use of space! It'll get a lot interaction when you perform it. Are you going to wrestle this invisible giant onstage? Smuggle in a webcam for us all!
I climbed out of bed this morning, my mind spewing words like a sprinkler left on all night. Like, "oh holy shit, what are the neighbors thinking?" Metaphorically speaking, I bolted to the faucet and twisted the handle so hard that it broke off in my impossibly fast-asleep hands. The pins and needles hadn't even come.
My apologies. To my neighbor, my friend, the humanity I stand in love with... for...
And to my jammies, still strung up and soaking wet on the shower door
babydoll, it isn't the storms that win with me. I have never bowed before the mighty wind and neither shall I supplicate to the drowning downpour of the microburst. In fact, it is not unheard of to find me at the tallest supported branch in a neighborhood tree shaking my fist to the wind in defiance and in acceptance all at the same time. It is, to me, a symbol of my love.
it is, however, the sunny days that cause within me suspicion and concern and the inability to operate as they intimidate me with their bright and saturated primary color scheme.
To say that I need sunglasses 24/7 is an understatement. Too bad I need prescriptions and too bad I cannot afford them.
I tire of squinting.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
t'was an entirely different traction, laden, no posilutely steeped in future and past living... the litlamp113 alamode road... it's cheesy three-stroke artwork calling...
forgive my digression,
sometimes the steel wheel teeters on one track
the fire hydrant has been on my mind
your traction inspires awe
even on the sunniest of days
and if i understand correctly, squinting as i sometimes do even with my 20/20 greenblues, let it be plain, that sometimes that paba-free shit don't work. there are spots on everybody's back that can't be reached without another hand
"All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
I'm shattered. Shattered."
White Out
My Eye
The Discerning hue of nothing wrong
Bleach Dropped Teeth
For the Perfect Match
Sticked Pits
and Orange Ginger scents
Masked Misted in Lilies
Ahhhhh
Now I am presentable
Now I can roar
Now I can stand all five feet three
All Thirty-Six
Thirty-two
Forty
Invisible
Actually I quite liked this one. It's got the power of evasion and of being evaded.
elusivity? yes.
you go with your 5'3 self. and fuck em if they can't see ya. brail can't help everyone.
Originally posted by PastaNazi White Out
My Eye
The Discerning hue of nothing wrong
Bleach Dropped Teeth
For the Perfect Match
Sticked Pits
and Orange Ginger scents
Masked Misted in Lilies
Ahhhhh
Now I am presentable
Now I can roar
Now I can stand all five feet three
All Thirty-Six
Thirty-two
Forty
Invisible
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Comments
Melikey! King me, baby!
wow.
for real.
sky blue indeed.
powder blue perhaps.
royal blue kinged.
mmhmm.
EUREKA!!!!
I am a mountain climber.
I mean,
I know I’m short and double wide
like a truck needing escort
But it’s true!
***I***
am a mountain climber.
I climb Giants…
the kind that used to plague my dreams?
the kind that used to scare me shitless until I grew double wide
like a truck needing escort?
You see?
I start at the base
A gentle low slope
my feet unsteady on the moving pit of a boastful throat
test my ropes
AND
check the beeners
Peel the Tee and Heavy Cotton Jeans and toss ‘em in the back of my S.U.V. so it’s just me and my two thick skins…
Chalk my hands and set my eye on the breathing horizon of his lips and begin…
It starts out such the easiest trail, well worn
by those who’d been here before
And it’s WARM down here???
The sun all ablaze on the sand of this
his soft cinnamon skin.
And well? After a bit? I stop and eat an apple.
Oh, It feels so Wholesome,
wholesome and whole,
some
of
it in my mouth...
My stomach starts grumbling
and...
I’m off again.
The trail gets steeper, deeper still but I set my feet and keep on keeping
up
this
hill
I reach the last flat. I uncurl my ropes
Tug on the knots that bind it to my hope,
it’s a four-pronged steel keeper and…
I’m...
sure it’ll hold.
The circles spin so tight at first until momentum takes gain and this thick rope slips feet through my hand
a heave
a ho
and I let go
My four-pronged steel hook humps
up and over his cliffed chin of stone
pulls purchase on the lower left
incisor.
Another couple of tugs, a crack, a crumble, and I am showered in rope and failing granite…
but I ain’t scared….
Switch right and circles tight and opening again
it’s the same old thing
a heave
a ho
and I let go
and catch the right edge tight and…
I’m pretty sure It’ll hold.
Alright, yeah, so… okay
I’ve done this before
some 3, 4, 5, 6 months ago?
After which I swore I’d NEVER climb alone.
Once I start climbing this vertiginous slide
I laugh to myself because I realize
That I mightn’t’ve needed these ropes now at all
A machete’ perhaps, such a brush covered wall
and find myself up
and over
in no time
so much preparation for such a short climb.
Within moments, mere moments
My hand on my hip
and my feet on his lips
and my eyes toward the pit
of a HUGE (muttha fukkin) volcano
a deep breath…. HELLLLLL-OHHHH
and another…. HELLLLL-OHHHH?
By golly,
he ain’t answering…
no
wait
what was that?
What Was THAT???
A grin split my face
and I set to make haste
to unfiddle the latches my harness abate
strip the last layer off of my two foot thick skin
and I call out EUREKA!!
And
I
jump
in.
~thanks for reading~
i wasn't talking anyway
i wasn't talking anyway
except to say
except to say that i did love you
i know i did, i remember baking cookies and noting which shoes looked good on you
i remember walking through isles upon isles of men's shirts and telling saleswomen what fantastic legs you had...
so give me the shorter shorts
i remember holding your head to my chest and making my heart beat louder so you would feel me feeling your pain
i remember trying
i remember trying to hoist one hundred and ninety pounds and carry you to bed so you wouldn't feel left out
and hooking my hand into the bend of your elbow as we walked through town...
dhnt dhnt dhnt dhnt dhnt.... so.... is this thing on?
no? well that's okay.
i wasn't talking anyway.
i wasn't talking anyway
except to say
except to say that i did love you.
i remember crying under crosses for you to save me
and for you to let me save you (kcufer)
i remember when all words flew like wine from our lips, our fingertips sore with all the click, click, click, click.
i remember the face i thought you were making
and the way i thought you sat on your couch
and the way we'd always speak in metaphors
taking special note of all the cosmic bindings between the you and i
yeah... so...
dhnt dhnt dhnt....is this thing on?
no? well, that's okay...
i wasn't talking anyway
i wasn't talking anyway
except to say
except to say
i don't believe love goes away,
for me it doesn't anyway
and maybe,
maybe soon someday
i'll take my mirror to Bombay
and love it in an alleyway
our malaise held fast in sway
and maybe She wont float away
Claws distent
In his intent
To lay down next to me
We dream of Mice and Men.
The slice
The sun
The blind lets in
All too aware
It shines on them, we
Twenty-five hits on an echo
Twenty-five hits touched-toned-pulsed, we
Twenty-five
The twenty-third
The Ides we see complete The Lamb
And other well bound works he knows
He knows with slight experience
Precisely who I am.
and called Eureka
I did read...I was whistling that incidental music from the part in For a Few Dollars More when Clint Eastwood and Lee Van Cleef are shooting each others' hats up and down the dirt road..great stuff! Great rhythm in the use of space! It'll get a lot interaction when you perform it. Are you going to wrestle this invisible giant onstage? Smuggle in a webcam for us all!
probably use the eyes
some delicate hand motions
ahhhhh... we'll give 'im a go, no?
thanks a bunch, finsbury
All hail complexity in pain.
All hail yourselves upon the mirror
That you might not all spare the change
Nothing e’er remains the same
Except our sweet duplicities
Our wanting all acceptance granted
And judgment proud the paths we’ve fleed
With us, our perfect-ness admonish
Lay down upon the guillotine
Now hung upon my true love’s reference
Lay down the stake upon our claim
Our claim of righteousness engraved
On maple boxed in rain tree wood
That all might gather, touch skin, say
“Among the women, she was good.”
‘Tis good, ‘tis I, now but alas
a past gone golden fleece, a score
an Amadeaus eptiaph
My own life now thee moment’s lore
First now forgone, it yet consumed
In passion’s blessing, red wine eye
Could I remember to forget it
And we but never need the lye
The now so slippery touch-tone close
and steamed and lifted from each pore
T’was in an ancient moment I
remembered love, the I, the your
The I, the your, a cup held singly
Twisted about in half-bred lock
A wish upon, to sit upon
The happy Dais I’ve now in stock
And I enjoyed reading the last poems you posted
the kids sleep
an old man tried not to
puke on me
the dog barks
the chimes cling
the old man tried
not to nuke on me
the cap screws
the empty
the old man lied
pin it all on me
the old man tried
not to puke on me
the dam breaks
the bitch leaves
Attack
I climbed out of bed this morning, my mind spewing words like a sprinkler left on all night. Like, "oh holy shit, what are the neighbors thinking?" Metaphorically speaking, I bolted to the faucet and twisted the handle so hard that it broke off in my impossibly fast-asleep hands. The pins and needles hadn't even come.
My apologies. To my neighbor, my friend, the humanity I stand in love with... for...
And to my jammies, still strung up and soaking wet on the shower door
(see? told you
ring
ring
cuff
cuff
chain
band
sweater
vest
t
jeans
socks
shorts
scratch
and
free
i have to be
i have to be or
half asleep
in knots
i'll lie eternally
with love
seta
where is it?
...indeed
it is, however, the sunny days that cause within me suspicion and concern and the inability to operate as they intimidate me with their bright and saturated primary color scheme.
To say that I need sunglasses 24/7 is an understatement. Too bad I need prescriptions and too bad I cannot afford them.
I tire of squinting.
forgive my digression,
sometimes the steel wheel teeters on one track
the fire hydrant has been on my mind
your traction inspires awe
even on the sunniest of days
and if i understand correctly, squinting as i sometimes do even with my 20/20 greenblues, let it be plain, that sometimes that paba-free shit don't work. there are spots on everybody's back that can't be reached without another hand
and
that's where I stand, my man
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
I'm shattered. Shattered."
My Eye
The Discerning hue of nothing wrong
Bleach Dropped Teeth
For the Perfect Match
Sticked Pits
and Orange Ginger scents
Masked Misted in Lilies
Ahhhhh
Now I am presentable
Now I can roar
Now I can stand all five feet three
All Thirty-Six
Thirty-two
Forty
Invisible
eeek
please, don't throw stuff
I'm SORRY
<sheeshe>
i have one word for you.....
PISHAW!!!!! as my wise old english professor used to say.
and as i can not pass up this chance to exercise just a touch of free will, throw things i will indeed.
flowers, moonbeams, star sparkles, kisses, hugs and smiles the breadth of the horizon.
don't ever stop and for any word you've ever written - don't ever apologize.
elusivity? yes.
you go with your 5'3 self. and fuck em if they can't see ya. brail can't help everyone.
and their in-your-face dissestablishmentarianism...
(oh, to kill a word....)
there's just something wrong in a deodorant called "Dove"
free from what?
social anxiety?
whoopee...
long live america
<twirls finger in the air>
It whistles louder amongst the calm.
whatcha say whatcha say whatcha say what
a rich, red grove
among weeds among toes
stuck in mud in the water wells
The water wells grow
noxious plants
wholly sown
by bird's feet fully deep
at least fully flit hoed
Make Love in the mud
under apple branch dried
in the sun
and in fun in your swimming pool eyes
Make mine
love time
fully deep fully sown
Fully bird feet apple ball
bowled the last time
Try a gull whole
fully you
fully mine
i could eat you alive
adam apple core lime
Oh I could
and I would
only tangelo time
Take you dark
Take a fine
breathe breath
deep on the G
And when all can be said
can be done
can be had
Does it know
It's the worst
of the very bad bad?
Does it know
how I try
to show
I am it's is
while remaining my mine
in a pipe
smoke
and fizz
I'm condensing
condensing
cracked liquor
I'm his
deep on the G"
Whoa, this hits my G!
"cracked liquor"
Crack licker!
"Give me, your dirty love!" (sneaks in Zappa reference)
But really! Just lovely, as are you!