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Unclimbed Stairways
by Odin Roark
At the base of the stairs
He lay on his back
Upon his chest
He propped his hero
Peering up through GI Joe’s
Stand-your-ground stance
All seemed climbable
Just like in the movies
But he knew
Summit of the stairs
Was the attic
That frigid place
Lures of the forbidden
With air suffocating its captivity
Like his mother warned
Such was the explanation
Penned studiously by the doctor
Connecting the dots
Of thirty years subsequent
The strategy of solipsism
Where more forbidden climbs
Ensnared him with madness
And a padded enclosure
The doctor thought he had control
But the man/boy knew
In front of him
Just a mother in a cheap suit
Warning
Always warning
Was Van Gogh warned?
Was David Foster Wallace warned?
Is the next Hoffman going to be warned?
Check your stairways
To the bathroom
Safe
To your bedroom
Probably safe
To the attic of adult life
Oh my
Caution
Or
Instinct
Here we go
Schubert had a symphony
He didn’t quite complete,
Though the parts he finished writing,
We consider quite a feat.
David Foster Wallace
Left his novel not quite done;
Still, the accolades accorded it
Have piled up, one by one.
Many things have value
Even though they are unfinished.
An artist’s reputation means
Their worth has not diminished.
For projects may be started
But not make it to the end.
We cannot know the message
The remainders did portend.
Perhaps the final passages
Might not have satisfied;
The composer might have tossed them
And committed symphocide.
So we are left critiquing
Works abandoned halfway through.
Might they be much better finished?
We don’t really have a clue.
The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.
The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams Poem.(see link in notes above)
EMAGI is a recent (fun) variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing'
and an EMAGI as entered Sep 14 in this weeks VISUAL POETRY STUDIO
Wallace Stevens Valley Candle
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11/17/16
He did not hit no home run, it was a grounder
How many cabinets or counters
Have some sort of white powder
Many meals cooked with flour
Familiar with the Two Towers
As well as Wario and Bowser
Head up, regardless of any times being dour
Nagivating around sharp objects that could be eye gougers
In certain waters, swim flounder
Certain individuals working as a bouncer
Or with web browsers
And many more, but I'm not going to name them all like an announcer
Some just want the money and power
She wanted exotic flowers
And a dog that was a schnauzer
Objects being restored and scoured
On a planet with unexplained mysteries and strange encounters
There is so much you can do in twenty four hours
See for yourself unless you want to be a doubter
This place by the ocean has some of the best chowder
Classic like "Wallace and Grommit in the wrong trousers"
Nocturnal hunters and night prowlers
Wolves are quite the growlers and howlers
By black holes matter being devoured
That which does not can ouster
I always like rain and thunder showers
Girl, of you I could not be prouder
I'll buy, now let's go get some sweet and sour
By: Dalton Ogletree
“700”
We stood upon a windy hill
The sky a greying growling mass
Amid a motely gathering
Of Knights and weathered fighters
Warriors old who stood wi Wallace
And led by Moray,s standard.
They wept when both had passed
Now ready at The Bruce,s side.
Hearts filled with nationalistic pride
They brought their tools of trade
Sickles and hammers alongside
Swords and pikes and targes
To fight and die glorious nameless
For the taste of freedoms wine.
The cry of freedom echoes
From village to distant hill
As The Bruce roars out a command
Raising the sword from Wallaces hand
Towards the massed ranks of heavy horse
Floundering in scotia,s mud
The burn it flows on turned red
With warriors life and blood.
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Seven hundred years have flown
And as we stand again upon a hill
A choice has to be made
Whether to grow and flourish
To stay under anothers hand
Once again the banners fly
Under a greying, growling sky.
(to commemerate the 700th anniversary of Scotlands fight to be a kingdom)
Here i was thinking this was just my second cardiovascular attacks my second stroke an yet here i was rushed through the double doors my husband in a state as we waited wondering what caused this was it the traumatic brain injury scars left over or was it the stroke that left me using a walker talking different remarkable i survived i could tell my doctors were baffled trying to keep me calm all this hospital talk 3cmm aneurysm on my basilar tip the two main arteries that separate at my brain stem I'm thinking what next crazy more terrorist threats on license plates by my stalkers bitter angry because i wore wires pregnant for the FBI buying weapons and drugs from junk sick cops selling drugs working security for gang leaders buying selling trading riot gear its hard to truly function after all these years surviving several attempts on my life my head hurt an yet more threats from American domestic terrorists threats that only alqueda and ISIS respond well to for now my treatment plan keeps me focused my poetry has become of an emotional support system daily for ny well being funny right blah blah blah 3cmm aneurysm basilar tip painstakingly measured to perfection god bless America Please stop threatening intimidating me it's becoming unbearable at this point corruption fighting over that defective airbag bombs personal injury claims millions to pay for terrorists attacks instead of my traumatic brain injury care funny right hilarious Ford motor company paid out my stalkers terrorists and killers lot's of vicious anger terrorist threats terrorists attacks wondering how much these domestic terrorists got on behalf of my traumatic brain injury all monies paid out from FORD WHEN IN ROME WHEN ENRAGED DEMAND PAYOUT STRUCTURED SETTLEMENT PAYS FOR A LOT OF DAMAGE I AM SO BLESSED CORRUPTION EXTORTED EMBEZZLED FUNDS ON MY BEHALF TO CONTINUE PAYING DOMESTIC TERRORISTS TO SEND OUT TERRORISTS THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES FORD WALLACE MUHAMMAD DEEN FARD MOTOR CITY MADNESS ODD WATCHING FUNDS THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO CARE FOR ME THE REST OF YOUR LIFE PAIN SUFFERING TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY EXTORTED TO SUPPORT THEE AMERICAN DOMESTIC TERRORISTS
“And for what, except for you,
do I feel love”
Wallace Stevens
Concealed in full view
there are sanctuaries where you
can go when the shrill noise
of politicians, preachers and prophets
gets too loud - the quiet
of a morning wearing a glossy melt
of frost honeyed in the glow of first light -
forest trails winding
under the whispers of tall trees -
a shoreline slowly emerging
from the stillness of a thick fog
as if it were letting go of a dream
and at the end of the street,
a place in the mind where a poem
frees itself from gravity
and with frail wings
lifts itself towards love.
The option is depressing
Legal actions so arrested
the Mann
In the office was placed there by an all white caucus
Political ups and downs
Little children and small ghetto towns
the Mann
People have no word cuz you see the man make sure they're never heard
Oh, brother why do you cry
Mother there's no need to close your little brown eyes
Just because your sons and Vietnam
I'm sure he'll soon will you be back home
President Nixon will be soon to go to Russia
Little children beware or he'll bust you
What's the new deal I degrading McGovern repeals government seals
a man in the office
Was placed there I all white caucus
The Wallace shootings
Alabama's bruton's
the Mann
Just like the Kennedys Brothers and Dr King
All 4 of them, they had a dream
Just what am I trying to say
the Mann
Is in the black suit
He's passing bills so absolute
Congress that man make sure they're not hurt
the Mann
Shirley should decline on Muskie
He too is far behind
And Humphrey runs a close second
While mixing them McGovern run as close elected
the Mann
Who will be number one
Who will stop the war
And withdraw the guns
Nixon by November make a last withdrawal
We will be on a kind of Capitol Hill McGovern say marijuana's against the law
Wallace said busing when Weighing on his votes
And Shirley's running is a political joke
the Mann
Who will be number one
Who will stop the war and withdraw the guns crimes on the real the real thiefs
are real the Mann and other political bosses whose voice is back by guns it's the Mann trying to run to stop us
Edward Kennedy should he run I wonder
If even the lost the last of the Kennedys
Can't survive guns Thunder
And if you're really is my friend
--they were to run for president the world's coming to an end
the Man's in the office
Was placed there by an all-white caucus
the Mann
The option is depressing
Legal actions so arresting
the Mann
The offices was placed there by an all-white caucus
Run up and down little children
And small ghetto towns
The people have no word cuz you see the Mann
make sure
That they're not heard
7/21/74
Written word by James Edward Lee 1974, 2019
• Those Meat Pies/Tony Adamo/2011
Straight to the head groove in hip time/ lay me out man It's jam time/ Ya know the funk is slight/ It's tight/ bright syllables in five four time/Walkin' the beat on low down street/ her hips got me in a deep trip/ high on the smell of her sex/ her ex is Ted the freaky flex/ sippin a black coffee brew on a hot musky day/ lovin you baby is the only way/walkin' the dog on a four lane highway/ drum sticks as chop sticks/ Man do fries go with that shake/ subway fusion' dance hall bumpin' grinding bodies to the iphone dance/ can you see it? Love has got you in the trance/ the acid head trip/ street corner junkies lyin' bout their lives/ mama makin' those meat pies/ dive in brother and sisters the hipsters teachin" ya how to side step the squares/ have it your way love on the rocks with a hard knock chaser/ Man I'm flyin out JFK/ get me outta here I changed my mind straight up/ my passport says Paris France/ My feet say hip me to the nearest dance/ Where's that ladder at? I need to climb out of this heat/ Art Blakey and the jazz messengers birdland brunin/better grab your girlfriend cause she's in love with the band/ Clifford Brown/
Brownie was the man/ dead at 25/his influence lay heavy on those young cats
including Donald Byrd, Lee Morgan, Booker Little, Freddie Hubbard, Woody Shaw, Wallace Roney,/ I put a match book cover under a table lag to help me balance up my thoughts on settin up shop to sell my jazz vinyl / No free give away today/ wait was it true/ the great Gerry Mulligan was waiting tables at a little jazz dive called the ashtray/ waiting for the nite to fall so he could jump the stage and free himself/ be himself into the kool jazz scene/(Chet Baker Sings, It Could Happen to You/ Me? yes you bro/ Mike Clark and the Headhunters/ What was that he said?/ oh it's Thelonious Monk in shades and beret/ diggin life the Thelonious way
Tony Adamo Hipspoken Word
A bit of history, first . . . .
This song is about the sinking of the Titanic, it sank into the North Atlantic
Ocean on April 14-15, 1912, after striking an iceberg. Of 2240 passengers
and crew 706 people survived. The bandleader was Wallace Henry Hartley
and he and his bandmates played as the Titanic was sinking. When all was
panic they played. Their last song was Nearer, My God To Thee. They found
his body with his violin still strapped to him. Wallace and his bandmates
are considered heroes. He was born and grew up in Lancaster England
where there is a bust of him. His true love Marie, had the violin inscribed-
it is worth millions. This song is a message to his family and his truelove.
Thank you Joe and BCC for the tribute . . . .
This is mine . . . .
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be
no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain,
for the former things have passed away.” Bible 21:4
Mother, father, brother- oh, I miss you so,
thank you for the perfect life you gave to me;
soon, I will be part of the ocean below,
so, I sing these words before my soul is free.
It won't be long until I will be gone, gone,
I will bring comfort till the last soul is gone;
and I leave this life with your love in my heart,
this last song before to heaven I depart !
I imagine the farm and the golden wheat,
I wonder if my destiny was foretold;
and I recall those days of my youth so sweet,
the water comes and it is so cold, cold, cold.
It will be over- Titanic is sinking,
I will soothe each soul and will not be thinking;
though, I am afraid of dying, so afraid,
through songs we play tonight I have prayed.
My sweet love, my darling Marie, go on,
I will always be with you even in death;
for this man will be gone high above by dawn,
you have been my reason, my soul, heart and breath.
At his death father said don't shed a tear son,
oh, this unsinkable ship is almost done;
this day I give myself to God who loves me,
now, I sleep in the ocean deep my soul free.