Sunday, March 25

Siempre me caigo

Title is from a song and it means 'I always fall down"

Ben cut his hair. He had to for "Anything Goes", and Zac will have to as well as soon as Beth finishes filming her movie. but I loved his hair. I even wrote a poem about it. The formatting probably won't show up, but here it is. It makes a lot of allusions to songs and plays, so it's a bit weird. I wonder what Ms. Sommer will think when I turn it in.

When Ben Cut his Hair

A Reactionary Poem

Stream of Consciousness

This title has three commas in it

It is just way ahead of its time

Highway 5

Wide expanse of blooming trees abound

We move so quickly,

And yet

We never get anywhere

The sweet smell of shampoo

Radiating from it,

His gray sweatshirt, is my pillow

I don’t like like him

I never did

Never think I did

So vanquish all doubt of that

My heart is ossified

For ever and ever

Oh, my iPod

The soul of the teenager, my life

You are dead.

There will be no reprieve

There will be no music to comfort

AllusionElisionConfusionCollusion

The music will not comfort

It shall haunt me forever

My heart, forevermore hold still

For ever and ever

What I loved has turned against me

He said himself they are of the same mold

Yin and yang

They are complete

Opposite

Take your mind off it

Think of something someone else

His better half?

Perhaps

I have a memory

It cleanses my misgivings

A reverie

I see his smiling face i

Float like seraphim

The sun whose rays are all ablaze

With everlasting glory

Does not deny his majesty…

But see his face before me

– Stop it

That’s PoeticPatheticPeripatetic

Quiet

I dust my shoulder of you!

You icy dame

That hammering there between the eyes

No, Woyzeck, no! Slow down!

hush___________________

Box little box

Containing four white points four small corners

I love him, but only on my own

Little bird, little bird please fly

Please go

Little bird, little bird and

Tell him so

Little bird, little box

Little box

Small box happy box calm box

Small box happy box calm box

Square bi Chinese symbol for earth

No box wrong box bad box

Small box happy box calm box

Four numbers in a box Cramer’s rule

Dizi

No box no flute no globs

Small box happy box calm box

Small box happy box calm box….

Where am I?

Yes. Here.

You are here still

I still believe

I know as long as I can keep believing,

I live

I live, love cannot die

For ever and ever

Though beards are shaved and hair

It is cut

You are still

I am left with your memory

It’s something-esque


So that's my poem.

I saw Mr. Sinaiko in Woyzeck a few days ago. I told him if he played a bad guy it would give me nightmares, but I haven't had any yet, thank goodness. It is kind of scarring to see someone you really respect play such an IMMORAL character. Immoral's probably not the correct word, but those of you who have seen the play would know that the Captain sees himself as a very virtuous person, but he really isn't.

Some people make great Fiyeros. Belgium would have. And now Francis Serpa would have. He was George Gibbs in Our Town by RVP.

I understood "The Impossible Dream" from Man of la Mancha. It's a really good song, but my version has a lot of skips in it.

That's it. ttyl!

4 comments:

Unknown said...

I hope Ben never reads that poem. I'm sorry you have ipod withdrawals. I don't understand why you like the Pillowman so much if it is so disturbing. Oh well.

Unknown said...

I'm sorry about saying you were weird. You're not weird. But you're right about everyone needing something to live for.

Unknown said...

I posted on one of your old blogs. It's okay if you don't read it. I just was reading some of them and I wanted to get something out. I'm sorry if you feel like I've been pushing you toward Christianity. I'm always jumping ahead of God and I apologize. Gosh, you're right it's really easy to say personal stuff on this. Now you probably are convinced I'm trying to convert you. Well, I'm not. I'm just here to answer questions. All decisions, choices, beliefs are up to you.

Dawnflower said...

It's okay, K. I was being overdramatic and I know you're not trying to convert me. You're making me aware of one path I can take to find sanctity. Sorry, you can tell I'm reading "Siddhartha." And I get an email everytime someone comments on my blog, so I did read it.