You’ve lost your memory
And you say the sea buries
Your last thoughts
The joy that passes understanding
And every 7 days
The world reinvented
And you take it literally I suppose
Because who has a heart as generous and pliable as the sea
God and man
Floating in a sea of transgression
And only you figured it all out
It may sound romantic, but in search of that elusive metaphor, poets can be somewhat “eccentric.”
- If you date a poet everyone will think you are the jerk they are writing about.
- You will be the jerk they are writing about.
- They have an unnatural affection for book stores and office supply stores.
- They have deep conversations with Animals, Clouds, and Grecian Urns.
- Excessive use of “poetry hands.”
- Excessive abuse of “poetic licence.”
- Excessive use of “melancholy.”
- Excessive use of “dramatic emphasis.”
- They collect obscure words that have not been in circulation for at least 100 years or more.
- They insert these antediluvian words into conversations just to rebel.
- They think children’s books are sublime.
- They refuse to care where the remote is.
- All of their furniture are positioned around windows, for them to stare out for hours at a time.
- Your parents will think they are possessed.
- They are possessed.
- You will lose all arguments, or feel so guilty from causing them more emotional pain, you will wish you had lost.
- They will secretly judge your metaphors.
- They carry a notebook everywhere and let everyone see it but you.
- They hoard pens and refuse to let you borrow them.
- They are obsessed with incredibly depressing films.
- They listen to every single kind of music you can imagine, even Brazilian monkey howling listening for universal truth.
- They keep conversations going way too long.
- You will never know if they agree with you or are just following you down the rabbit hole to see how crazy you are.
- They will visit other rabbit holes.
- They can’t keep secrets. It will come out thinly veiled and mythologized in their poetry.
- It takes a least a week to a year for them to form their opinion, and that opinion is subject to change, because they are always questioning themselves.
- They speak in rhyme all the time.
- They talk to everyone, which a lot of people find scary, especially at the grocery store.
- They don’t understand why if murder, rape, slavery, and genocide are illegal, then why is war legal?
- They actually think people need to be protected from Monsanto, instead of protecting Monsanto.
- They do not understand why all of a sudden group “X” is hated by everyone.
- They don’t understand the global threat of Dandelions and why they must be eradicated the with toxic chemicals.
- They refuse to care about celebrities.
- They are rebels and purposely wear white shoes after Labor Day.
- They think espresso machines and tiny cups are magic.
They refuse to #textspeak. They invented #textspeak.
- They will make you empty out your head and heart like junk drawers and question everything in them.
- They can not live without passion.
- There will be drama.
- They crave plot twists.
- Their greatest fear is no will understand their allusions.
- They mine for emotional shrapnel like diamonds.
- Their euphemisms will never measure up.
- They can only live or visit cities with poetry open mics.
- Whatever is wrong, they have a tea for it, and probably a cookie, definitely a wine.
- They attempt to interject malapropisms into every conversation.
- They have their own antagonist and nemesis.
- They sneak dord into conversations in an attempt to make it a real word.
- They abuse asyndetons.
- But the most important reason never to date a poet is that poetry is an addiction, and before you know it, you will be the addict in search of your next metaphoric hit of universal truth.
So, You were warned!
Snite Museum of Art in South Bend, Indiana
I recently went to my first poetry slam. It was held at the Snite Museum of Art in South Bend, Indiana. I froze and it was completely awkward, and yes, very uncomfortable, but I did see and meet some incredibly talented artists. Here are some of the videos that came out of that event. Thankfully none are me freezing like a deer in the headlights, they are all awesome. I look forward to the next slam, and I have been told it is being planned right now.
Lonnie Ray Atkinson
New York is Killing Me
Gil Scott Heron – As a poet and musician. His best known composition, was the song/poem titled, “The revolution will not be televised,” that was first recorded in 1970. It was an incredibly moving poem that established him as an activist and an artist, and earned him the title of “Godfather of Rap.” “New York is killing me,” is from his last 2010 recording “I’M Here Now.” He said the theme of the revolution will not be televised was the revolution that took place in your head. It could not be televised because it was a shift in thinking. This theme continued throughout his work from “Johannesburg” to the more subtle themes of the broken home in his last recording, “I’m Here Now.”
The Revolution Will Not be Televised