This is the best poem I have ever written to date.
electric voice
grand note on the piano
pedal depth baritone
effervescence aside
flow the jazz song to the acetate
from the saxophone
in an unbroken river
of languid penetration
by sound
sing in me
electric voice
record of time and youth
wine to grapevine
rising on rooftops
antennaelike
channel the greats
voice flattened to airwaves
singing american flesh
sing in me
electric voice
ground wire and ground zero
sing memories derelict
rising on the tops of toes
sing lovers' moans
tangled in the legs of beds
writing
writhing
on the edges of paper
on the wingtips of
first summer wind
and last memories
of autumn hot
and cold
sing in me
[Due to popular demand, here is the audio version of the poem. Note that I have just now slightly edited the poem, so the sound recording will not exactly match its most recent text version.]
Sorry to thread (poem?) jack, but I saw your mom on Granville street yesterday driving towards downtown! Man what a coincidence. I didn't say hi though because I was driving and she wouldn't have known who I was...:-)
Good point. I should add you to the "Unless you are..." list of regulars so you don't have to apologise for spontaneous off-topic-ness; besides, no one has posted here for months. ;)
Interesting. What section of Granville was it? Heh, it would have bee wild if you would've said "Hi!" though. ;) Drive-by greetings... You can't mistake her for anyone else with that beehive hairdo, though, eh?
P.S. Jack?
but james is a SWC IB person so he shouldn't have to apologise :D
Duh. A bit too much of the monkey juice, methinks, eh? ;)
So where are those WMD photos, man? (Or have I gone senile in that area as well?) Anyways, how have you been? How's the gang?
Just been busy, I'll get them to you soon. The gang is doing well, no one's killed themselves (yet...). Oh and you must have heard by now that Kurt Vonnegut's dead
Ugh. I never knew you could be so depressing, heh. God, the Vonnegut news is terrible...
I try.....
I know. ;)
I enjoyed the poem...
School is... school.
I'm going to play american football next year...
That's all the updates for now.
Cool. ;) Well, thanks for the update. Man this place is quiet these days.
American football, eh? (I almost wrote "foodball," heh.) I never figured you were the type. It's a very painful sport, isn't it?
Its quiet because everyone's on facebook!
Yeah. As much as I hate admitting it, it's true. :(
It seems that the standalone blog is now dead as nails, after a decade of being the next big thing. Online social networks are the hot shit now.
I, however, did not start mig81.com as a blog; I started it as a place for my rants, poetry and artwork. Thus, sir, come what may, mig81 is here to stay (ooh, it rhymes!). ;)
It can be painful... To the other people, at least. Muahahahaha... Actually, I don't know if I'd enjoy being hit by one of our linebackers... Sure, I'd pull myself up and attempt to brush it off, but I'd be sore nonetheless.
Oh, I'm doing swell in my Intro to Computer Programming Class, and this summer I swear that I'm gonna write some HTML. WRITE IIIIIIIT! WRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE... it. Of course the C++ in my programming class isn't all that related to HTML.
Foodballl.... Sounds.... well, it sounds like it could be good, depending on what food makes it up.
Well, I know very little about sports in general, but it seems that whoever has that ball would be hit pretty hard. What position will you play?
Well...maybe it's just not in you. You can do fun things with C++ as well.
I was actually thinking of a Katamari Damacy-type food ball, that rolls around and absorbs all kinds of food into itself, hehe. ;)
loud and sound... I can see some Ginsberg traces in it...
Doors & blues
Heh, I guess I can't get anything past you, eh? ;) Yes, think of this one as a mini-"Howl." ;)
By the way, with regard to voice and body, I have a sound recording of me reading this one, if you're interested.
yeah, it would be interesting to hear it
In general, my reading is far from perfect; however, I'm always glad to oblige a fan. ;) Here you are.
Jack = threadjack = hijacking your poetry thread ;-)
Heh. Yeah...you got me. ;)