Thursday, September 13, 2018

Lisa Stice Returns

For some of us, tonight truly is a rainy night.  What an odd coincidence that I am publishing Lisa Stice's poems tonight.

Rock ‘n’ Roll Paddy
for Shane MacGowan

On a rainy night, slur
those lyrics rough, like
heavy feet shuffling gravel,
like this could be the last
         Slur those lyrics
rough on this rainy night,
real, like a bed with middle
slack, like far away from home,
like a dying streetlight blinking
outside a window.
                               This rainy
night, slur those lyrics, like
blood pumping through tired
veins, like a child walking home
            Slur those lyrics with
dark water falling on your face,
like whiskey spilled from a shaky
glass, like a kiss so light it’s 
hardly felt.

* Shane MacGowan (born 25 December 1957) of The Nips (1976-81), The Pogues (1982-96), The Popes (1992-98), and solo.

Caught Up In Circles

The hour is late—I hear the clock 
tick and think of you under those

white street lamps—it’s all in the past 
now—when you were mine, you were

kinda sorta my best friend—hey,
they say a stitch in time saves nine

and you’ll change somehow—you know
lately I ain’t feeling so great—I want

some lovin, but we’re not the fortunate ones.

* This cento is made up of lyrics from each of the songs on Cyndi Lauper’s She’s So Unusual Album. (This was the very first cassette I ever owned.)

** Cyndi Lauper (born 22 June 1953)

Today, I Am

words moved from paper
to hard drive—originally
in pen—it is not a cursive
kind of morning with this
Southern heat—I am sloppy
print still in pajamas and
my hair unbrushed, no
breakfast in my stomach—
no need for loops and swirls


Morning stretches across windows,
illuminates napping spots, awakens
terrier to lumber into sleep again.

Teapot and teacups wait for filling
for the whistle for bergamot steeping
for teaspoons of sugar stirred in.

Poetry whispers from closed covers—
open, why hasten the minutes,
shuffle our pages, discover quiet.

he would remove his hat
and nod his head hello

I would be unable to move
but think I nodded in reply

and in my head I would hear
him say, let us go then

hand in hand

* Italicized lines are borrowed from from Ciaran Carson's "Let Us Go Then."

I think I've posted Miles Davis' version of Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time," but let's listen to it again:

Michael Jackson is another musician born in the 1950s, and Miles Davis covered him as well.  This is "Human Nature."

I'm going to switch gears a little.  While I was looking up videos of Randy Weston, I learned that he worked with Melba Liston, a trombone player and later an arranger.  Here are two videos of her work.

The first is "Insomnia":

The second is "My Reverie," her arrangement of Debussy's "Reverie."


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