EMPTINESS BEATS...UN-SEATS THE HEART ( a Rap song )

    Once  u-pon  ==
and back in time %%% 
the missing heart of heartless was a crime +

the holytalk of heartland preached Un-KIND <#>

stirring empty 
   Resurrecting 
the cuttings from the World Tree  Roo - ting } {  
the HOle in heart   jux---juxta-PO-sing *
       always flowering 

     never cowering 

and all the Makers Making  empowering

/// Just a vacancy

   not complacency  ///

what can and does reside in "GLORY BE" !

 chest a' pounding":":":":"

lungs atoning

And all the loaded art'ries rhy ~ ming !

hallowed  harkness((((

raving redness...
    the legendary lore of tend'rness.

Interdependence Day: I am You and You are I (A Folk Song Madrigal)

{Yes, just imagine a dozen voices on the chorus, yes you can learn it, just hum along 'til you catch the flowless flow... - [bracketed words are add-on flexible] and [[double brackets indicate variants]]  }

Chorus:
Drenched in sharing
all the words and poetry [flowing on]
Drenched in sharing
I am you and you are I [without end].
Quenched in caring
What is yours and what is me?  [[or: What is yours and what is mine?]]
Quenched in caring
I am you and you are I.


Verses (order goes, first each with chorus between, then all together in a row with several choruses in a row afterward)




Interdependence Day: I am You and You are I (Song)

Swimming the lake in the boat without end
Along the shores of the waterless flow
Flowing on...

{Chorus}

Flowing in the lake waters without end
Along the bank of the stoneless flow
Flowing on...

{Chorus}

Floating in the lake on a back without bend
Along the bankless waters that flow
Flowing on...


{Chorus}

Swimming the lake in the boat without end
Along the shores of the waterless flow
Flowing on...
Flowing in the lake waters without end
Along the bank of the stoneless flow
Flowing on...
Floating in the lake on a back without bend
Along the bankless waters that flow
Flowing on...


Chorus: Drenched in sharing
all the words and poetry [flowing on]
Drenched in sharing 
I am you and you are I [without end / flowing on].
Quenched in caring
What is yours and what is me?  [[or: What is yours and what is mine?]]
Quenched in caring
I am you and you are I.  [flowing on...]

(Repeat Chorus x 2  or free form repeat amongst Imunuri's)

Sound trial link here [not all variants or riffs in there yet, would be better with a dozen folks, maybe we'll tape a version live in Portland if folks are game : ) ]

Possible artwork (riff and transparency on some open source artwork above) - I am You and You are I - Presence Venn Diagram

Self Storage ~ A Jig

Inspired by the tune of Merrily Kissed the Quaker and Cunla by Pierre Bensusan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzU98dg8laY


I'm dancing this dance of density
Around and around the propensity
To keep and keep and keep and keep
So many things that I simply can't sleep

Self storage is now going on twenty
It's been months and months a plenty
Commiserating with so many like me
Stuffing things tight so creatively

I picked a place that I really like
So getting there is not a big hike
Only now it feels like a second home
My first one being wherever I roam

In one place and then another
My only satisfaction is the bother
To create the appearance I am free
Free of the weight (but paying a fee)

I have cups and I have saucers
I have pillows and a poem by Chaucer
Bags and bags of miscellaneous things
This gentle soul even saves strings

I'm dancing this dance of density
Around and around the propensity
To keep and keep and keep and keep
So many things that I simply can't sleep

I want to be free I want to be me
But somehow I remain on bended knee
Praying and praying to be released
Somehow not seeing this is a love feast

I've been storing my Self for myself
Happy now to clear the shelf
Break open the plates put out to offer
Tasting courage, 'tis the key to the coffer

What a Love Feast, can I give it away?
Who will grace it, receive it without any sway?
Releasing confusion and old loyalties
It all comes now free of royalties

I've been dancing a dance of density
Around and around the propensity
Of having to keep and keep and keep
But now I'm giving it away in my sleep

No more need to keep my Self from my self
No hesitating, withholding of oneself
Putting it out there as a tender offer
It's voice, it's vision and heart of this coffer

Unlocking this lock the key being free
Singing and dancing this jig I am me
Fancy that being free to relax let go
Enjoying what is ~ simply sharing the flow

Spoken in Song (operatic)

how not to restrict a monkey's heaven

as her slanted forehead gives in kind

her concert of instinctual musicality

in the cadence of visceral return

of flesh folding over in memory

wading in lagoons of dark purple fear

collectively as she/we sing...

the voice that speaks the culture

the eyes that sight the surface

the play of light as it convinces

sound letters absorbed with dizzying virtuosity

or atonal lament

a smorgasbord of all soul's symphonic

the creature hold on gravity

sharp red pitch of  love's fiber

as it tickles the throat

a short deafening scream

sweet echo of ancient spleen

the dimpled melodic of grief in the lungs

Those impatient shadows

Those impatient shadows

grey persuaders
those impatient shadows
walking in step with me
two timing dance partners
sneaky fellows

grey persuaders
those impatient shadows
at my back
pushing me into dark pools
of my own matter

grey persuaders
those impatient shadows
attack my good sense
make me fall out
of doubt on to my own arrows

grey persuaders
those impatient shadows
take a little glance
turn it into an obsessed trance
believe my own chatter

grey persuaders
those impatient shadows
clamp on their cuffs
knock me down
lock me up rough

grey persuaders
those impatient shadows
my personal guides
take me to dangerous places
lead me into riptides

no safe bets
no way  home
with those grey persuaders
those impatient shadows
stuck at my side

I got time

I got time

A gospel call and response

[A lead singer leads the song and the chorus responds with echos or exclamations.

After the third verse, different singers improvise the lead vocal, and when everybody has had a turn
and the assembly is satisfied, the first two verses are repeated with a long ritardando at the end.

Chords are major I-IV-V-ii in familiar gospel style, played by everybody who has an instrument.

Dancing is encouraged.]

Oh, I got time.  (I got the time.)

Yes, I got time. (I got the time.)

Now, I got time (I got the time.)
To do what I love, (Do what you love!)

Do what I want, (What you want!)

Do what I need. (What you need!)
Yes, I got time. (I got the time.)
I got time. (Hallelu!)

There was a time (Once was a time)

I didn’t see (Lord have mercy!)

That I had time (Yes, yes!)
Thought time had me. (Mm-mm!)

But gradually (Praise the Lord!)
I found I’m free, (Hallelujah!)
And I got time. (I got the time)
Yes, I got time. (I got the time!)

To read to my daughter

To drink a little water

To see a river otter

To read Harry Potter

To save a quarter

To drink some porter

I got time. (I got the time!)
Yes, I got time. (I got the time!)

To do my study.

To see my buddy.

To get real muddy.

Even get bloody,

Go down in the floody

Play with Silly Putty.

I got time. (I got the time!)
Yes, I got time. (I got the time!)

To answer my mail

To wag my tail

Fix the hole in the pail

Eat dino-kale

Get hit by hail

Get old and frail

I got time. (I got the time!)
Yes, I got time. (I got the time!)

[This goes on for some time with different singers all taking turns at these listing verses 

wherein six lines all rhyme ending with the refrain “I got time…”

The lines should come rapidly, spontaneously, sloppily and joyously
in the surrendering spirit of improvisation.

More potential verses are shown toward the bottom of this post.]

IMUNURI prompt: write a song

For me, this article from writersrelief.com wasn't eye-opening. When we talk about musicians who are also known as poets, who doesn't think of Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell (misspelled in the article) and John Lennon. Jim Morrison called himself "American Poet," though my personal bent is much stronger toward Patti Smith (right) and Tom Waits.  But I have even greater attention these days for poet/musicians like Mark Growden and Paul McNees, among the many who are not as famous as their talent warrants.

Though not enlightening, I found the Writer's Relief article inspiring. It reminded me how adjacent the countries of poetry and music are and how extensive and blurred the border between.

This week, write a song. Consider submitting in audio format or with written notes about the sound and style of your song. And consider increasing the attention you give to the sounds of the words you choose.

[keywords: song, poem, your name]

Song, I am

I am late,

again,

but worth waiting for

I be the god in the glottal stop

that can stop traffic,

put out streetlights in my sleep.

I am the cello-waisted

baritone under your breath,

makes the knees of bees

quiver in their hives,

Honey

I am the haze in Monet’s gaze,

a cat purring on your

sacred sacrum

while you dream

of roots reaching down to trace

the fractal weave of leaves,

the bloom of your lungs, singing,

bringing the be to becoming,

thrumming

the strings of all those lost pianos

in Iowa fields, humming

a sea of middle-C’s

I am the sea change and return

I am the conclusion, foregone,

the forlorn beginning

of beginning again,

and again, a wren

wriggling the first worm

under her gibbous moon

the gibbon grinning

with the inside joke of every punch-

line

saying,

not so bad, baby,

not too late:

you
were worth
waiting for