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December 14, 2007

My electica

Here are some random tidbits I often throw out during conversation, useful things to know...

Drug rankings

Solar farms

Vertical farms

I also heartily recommend Penn and Teller: Bullshit, especially the episodes on recycling, saints/famous people, and drugs. It's a good way of informing yourself on an issue, especially if you want to arm yourself in a debate with a few well placed facts and figures... 


December 06, 2007

The end of the beginning

We met in combat one English Summer –

A forest of befuzzled arms

Waiting for the joke.

The night? The night took his ear.

It came out from the music.

Dominated,

He unburdened himself.

“Your stamen and pistol are out on display!

You would mount the altar of the crime scene?”

You would measure virtue with a ruler!”

“I am forced to squint

And plant a compass in your heart.”

I lost beyond the iron-hard coastal shelf…

And they parted ways.

He went away with a tear in his eye.

It need not be said,

Carved in cold marble,

That you left because she left the left side of your bed:

You were destiny under sheets and waves.

Yet…

I think you know more than you say.

The grey here is typical,

Encompasses the mountains

Outside any place we could walk.

Flowers on the grave ,

Endless,

Which, like sorrow, leaves you spent.

Was death to you pre-reckoned?

The horrible end

Wrapped in regal webbing?

I am ashamed, but not because of my worldly possessions –

Our pleasures have been deep or expensive,

But we are released; the cloak of veins cannot catch us.

Looking upwards,

We’ll take what good air there is,

And make one last spatter of diamonds.



There's my cento for the last week's assignment. A cento is the art of plagiarism, taking only lines from other works (poetry, prose, any literature including magazines, songs, encyclopaediae etc.) and reordering them to make a new poem. In homage to my compatriots, I decided to create mine out of all the work our class has done this term. Hence all the lines here belong to Timothy Franklin, Jonny Rowland, Kristen Lipari, Jimena Lazarte, and Emily Bahara.

We also had to write a ghost poem - it's similar to a common songwriting technique, where one takes the structure of a favourite song and writes around it, either rewriting the words to the same tune and then making a new tune for your new words, or vice versa. For the ghost poem, we took an existing poem and wrote around it, about it, in reponse to it, or however we wished to relate to it. My structural poem was Anne Waldman's "Sexy Things", in the Angel Hair anthology. It's a little obtuse:

Thighs?

Not if you’re a straight man

And why be so picky? Beauty comes in all guises

They’ve caused me no end of grief

Overrated, but with flashes of majesty

In moderation – they are only a part of the whole.

More than a handful’s a waist, so they say.

As in “Let’s call a”?

Any relation to scarlet?

That was a crap film.

Only if you’re with someone.

If they’re on display, then agreed.

It’s no crime not to wear them.

The story of my ‘oh’ has been dormant for years.

Sand is a myth. And the Capri-sun is not attractive.

The flesh and the…

Oh, robin, you do make me laugh.

Not without tar.

Or should that read Burn a Debt?

Twisted – I fail to see the sex appeal there

Not slit, but nibbled. Or no slit not nibbled, perhaps.

Where have they gone?

Only the lead doll can sing, though they are mostly hot.

He is such an unsexy man that, having seen him,

I couldn’t be aroused by anything he created, I think.

Art and sex are oft unsatisfactory bedfellows,

Unless porn is counted in their number.

Ah, I miss you so, land of my indiscrepancies.


And here's my draft, after criticism that it was incoherent, and distant.


Thighs?

Not if you’re a straight man

And why be so picky?

“He who seeks only the hare may miss the grouse.”

 

They’ve caused me no end of grief

Overrated, but with flashes of majesty,

In moderation – they are only a part of the whole.

More than a handful’s a waist, so they say.

 

As in “Let’s call a thigh thy thigh”?

Any relation to scarlet?

That was a crap film, but

Only if you’re with someone.

 

If they’re on display, then agreed.

It’s no crime not to wear them.

The story of my ‘oh’ has been dormant for years.

Sand is a myth. And the Capri-sun is not attractive.

 

The flesh and the…

Oh, Celine, you do make me laugh.

Not without touching me like this...

Or should that read Burn a Debt?

 

Twisted – I fail to see the sex appeal there

Not slit, but nibbled. Or no slit not nibbled, perhaps.

Only the lead doll can sing, though they mostly are hot.

Where have they gone?

 

He is such an unsexy man, having seen him,

That I don’t think I could be aroused by anything he created

Art and sex are oft unsatisfactory bedfellows,

Unless porn is counted in their number.

 

Ah, I miss you so, land of my indiscrepancies.

 

Hmmm, I think it's slightly more edible now. Anyway, that's the end of the poetry assignments. Prose next term... I'm a little worried by the prospect, as I don't think it's my strong point... I'll try to keep up with the poetry a ittle, but I imagine most of it will end up as music - please check out my soundclick, it's my strength in a way that poetry certainly isn't it. 


December 04, 2007

Various bits and bobs

So I'm thinking about compiling a list of the coolest people with each name. For example, the Rock has to be the coolest Dwayne on the planrt (Dwayne Johnson is his real name). Harrison Ford also springs to mind. Of course, the difficulty arises with common names, so it might be easier to get the weird names out of the way first. I'm open to suggestions.

I got in trouble for swearing on Kerrang radio this evening. Basically, I was on the way back from a Crowded House gig with my mum, and I thought I'd call them and let them know it was good. Conversation drifted to the royal family - he was arguing they're a complete waste of space, I said they're good for tourism and news revenue. He said we just replace them with celebrities like Amy Winehouse, I went on a rant about what a waste of space she is, he said he thought she was hot... and I said I wouldn't fuck her with a koala's dick. Which I wouldn't (it's a Robin Williams reference, if you're wondering), unprofessional, skanky, crack-ridden hack that she is. But apparently, you're not allowed to swear on national radio even at 11:30 at night... Seems a bit weird to me. And Kerrang's supposed to be rock and roll, they should understand better than most...

Third thing is my list of things that are currently overrated.

Singledom

Amy Winehouse

Kate Nash

New Take That

Bloc Party (1 good song does not a band make)

There's more, but apparently people close to me think I sabotage my career every time I make one of these entries...  


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