Charlie Parker Meets Sir Galahad

[stilltrucking]

you use that word universal a lot clay
is it percussive?

[Lightning Rod]

you use that word universal a lot clay
is it percussive?

no, it's susserant
brushes on cymbals

[Doreen Peri]

let me state the theme of this poem in layman's language

it is a lament for not having what you need to do what you need to do

I think it's universal

Yeah, I got that part. I said I got that part. It was the other lines I didn't get. The line about eating bees, for instance. I didn't know a person could eat bees. And why would they want to? And what's that have to do with not having what you need to have to do what you need to do? And what ARE the things a poet must do for poetry and a lover must do for the sake of lust? I guess I get the first and third stanza but the second one doesn't make sense to me. But don't worry. Much of what I write doesn't make sense to me either.

Just talkin to ya.

Keep on keeping on with the great poetry! Nice job, babe.

[stilltrucking]

susserant

lovely word
there is a word for that
words that sound like what they mean

Im a lazy slob clay
too lazy to google
you did not ask me for my number clay edited this
I gave you my phone number
freely of my own will edit here
from asked to gave
beat me up
ha ha
such manly humor
being in prison you must have made some dangerous aquaintences I imagene.

I am offering you my friendship
for what that is worth
but you make me nauseous with perezoso
I got to go back and see what you said about beating me up
you know how literal I am
joni mitchell was raised on robbery
I was raised on paranoia

I have talked to you on the phone
I hear the kindness in your voice
I am not really worried
I am just remembering that old saying about don't make friends with an elephant trainer unless you have room for an elephant in your back yard.


Universal
interesting word
in my jesus freak days
hair still down my back
jerimiah beard
outside the Ryman in Nashville
around the corner from
The Union Gospel Mission
Where I was living
A feller stoped me on the street and started a conversation
out of the blue
about the one verse
the
Uni
Verse

[stilltrucking]

I am in deep here CLay
deep into my extistential strip tease
I don't what to sy
just don't give me no bull shit about me being a poet
doreen more politic to say she says "poetic"

if there was any thing poetic in that last post
it was serendipitous.

[stilltrucking]

you would think that all words are musical
that is a pretty universal statement
is it true?
I would not know, I just seem not to be able to hear it. I put it down to bad genes.

[bennie2]

A cowboy without a horse
Galahad without steed
Hell's Angel with no Harley
Speed Racer on foot

A cracked prophet high from eating bees
instead of waiting for the honey
the things we must do to ourselves
for the sake of poetry and lust

An astronaut with no capsule
no health plan, no pension and no parachute
no longer lithe and looking cute
Charlie Parker has hocked his horn

this is a great piece of writing. I know I don't respond to much on these boards but I felt moved to get my two pence worth in here. I loved this, LR!

cracked prophet high from eating bees.

as is said in glasgow, "gone yersel' big man!"

[Doreen Peri]

Hey bennie!

Just curious... what does that bee line mean? I don't get it. you liked it so maybe you can explain it to me.

Thanks.

[stilltrucking]

I am desperate for the honey of your friendship clay
I would eat bees for it

[bennie2]

i read it as

to be poet ("prophet") you have to jump in, can't wait, do it now, feel it now just to feel it... and the consequences may be that you get stung...

but it's important to leap regardless. it's necessary.

that's what I read into it anyway.

I'm not a stung faced prophet. I'm not a big chance taker. I've taken one big chance in my life and it led to the best few years of my life, which were also the worst. she was ultimate smile and desolate child's grave. but it was worth the risk. but i don't take risks much at all.

to experience. to live. to take chances...

I wrote a wee bit in response to something ronnie posted recently about his pending wean ( http://www.firstfoot.com/scottish_dicti ... 605eb15c59 ) (rhymes with rain) and how I admired him being the modern day moriarty figure. the shadow slinking and the spray from an ocean travelling. myriad chances and experiences. i'm sure he's been stung a lot but i bet he's had lots of inspiration and beatific days.

I on the other hand tend to wait for the honey to be put in jars and then i pop down to the shops and buy a jar. easy. clean. less chance of pain. but less experience. i never meet the bee. i never see the hive.

[bennie2]

i just notices the at the end of your post...

was that an ironical question?

silly me.

[Doreen Peri]

The winky was just to show that I'm not trying to ride Clay about his poem, really, just trying to be light, have fun and enjoy talking about a poem.

I really didn't get the bee line and a few of the other lines. But I don't get a lot of things.

Thanks, Bennie, for your interpretation! It was very helpful!

[mtmynd]

LR : "it is a lament for not having what you need to do what you need to do ..."

this line isn't clear to me.

[Lightning Rod]

LR : "it is a lament for not having what you need to do what you need to do ..."

this line isn't clear to me.

you see cecil, this is the reason that I normally don't delve into explanations

but for you, I'll break it down

all the images rotate around a workman not having access to his tools

does this help?

[mtmynd]

"what you need to do what you need to do" ...why doubled?

all the images rotate around a workman not having access to his tools

your Charlie Parker reference... he pawned his horn to buy more junk. his drugs became more of his tool than his horn. uncool. he died at 34, looking 50 yrs old.

((i gotta say this piece has certainly generated some kinda discussion))