Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when I decided poet
It was to find my words
among all the words

I did not know what my words
would be or how I would find them
I began hunting for them In books
as that was where they lived
sometimes they were hiding
or they just seemed buried
in themselves

buried in words
that did not say anything
except to the people that talked a lot
or so it seemed,apparently I had to
dig them up from their slumber

so I hung out in cafes and drank joe
I did not not know jack about how all
those great writers got that way
I read William and Arthur and Allen
I was drawn to their way of tellin it

The coffee made me all edgy
and I knew a poet had to have an edge
had to see things in extraordinary ways
Rimbaud kicked me out of my senses
or rather he awoke me from torpor
and filled my head with wild flowers

But these were Baudelaire's flowers of evil
I had to see each petal of the wicked rose
there was a tale here and a spell like a
gypsy bell that rattled around in the grounds
that shattered some delusion inside my dread

To open the fragile flower and speak to bloom
was like living on the streets where harlots
walked in a dream of halos and devilish hats
was like sitting in cafes and sipping the black
liquid that would spill my dreams like star dice

I sat for a thousand years this way with my cup
staring into the holy haunted hammering distance
waiting, waiting for the flood of my mind to pour
from my cheap pen and force my fingers to
grip the writing thing and bare down on the
white surface to rain letters on the moon

great legions of marching scrawls would conjure
the world and invoke visions of another one
would unleash flocks of birds that once flew
in skies that saw unspeakable deeds and uttered
monstrous proclamations to hoards of raggeds

who did not understand the meaning of the barks
but felt the urge in their blood to build civilizations
and sail across oceans and fall off the edge of it
where there be dragons that are made of heaven

desire and paying your dues go along way towards creation......there is so much to tap into and we all have the capability, but agggh, so many television-watchers.....patience is the virtue in this case, making yourself a receptor for divine intervention ( no religious reference)
other than the awe of the unknown....enjoyable read RR....

and therein lies the rub, payen them dues, like singing the blues
like reading yesterday's news, like payen that pan piper, or like
Burroughs say," ride pan pipes back to base" but there's the rub
again, how to say it, what it means, how you say, payed them dues
in spades.But even then, even then, as easy as it comes as easy as it goes.
know which way the wind blows.And every time i sit down and think poem, always some lost at the tossed into this, the road crossed where the roads crossed out.When the saints go marchin in, then poets go skippin along, tip toein through the tulips....but what is divine intervention? I don't know, but I been told.

on becoming poet

on becoming a poet?

when I decided poet

when I decided to be a poet?

yeah you know

lol.. but i didn't know!

was just wondering if they were typos or intentional

*smile*

as always, love your poetry... yer one qool qat!

intentional typo

aha!

on becoming novelist

when i decided novelist
took away words
wrote poem
instead
novel never
published
phooey

ok, i was reading poetry, and novels
i met this guy that was a surfer from L.A.
he was writing a "novel" but he was a poet
he became like my mentor, i would write stuff
and he would cross it out, and say" maybe a line here"
he always was talking about the novel, and telling me
to write a novel, that was where it all began, I could
not really wrap myself around the concept of a novel
but I always thought about the idea, and i read a lot
so, I began writing some stuff with the idea that some
day it would become a novel, but was always workin on
poetry, so many years later, the novel idea came together
but always with the idea of being a poet.But that was because
of writing a lot of stuff on the internet, really got me fired up.
So i had the idea to try to get my poetry out there, but then I
realized that I could get the poetry and the novel together.
getting it out there, when you self-publish(which is a lot of work)
is another story.

One day I'll write a novel, get outa this hovel,
make a million dollahs, go on Oprah, I'll pen some fiction diction,
get famous like the poe-tree beats, it'll be sweeeeeet!, recite
excerpts on the street, it'll be crazy, i'll be like slim shady
only i'll be a lady, rappin' and tappin' my feet, sellin' hardbacks
and paperbacks, i'll be like a hog, a razorback, a novel dawg,
a doggette, ain't gonna sweat, ain't got there yet!
Novel will have a plot, I'll give it all I got, it'll have a storyline,
it'll be all mine, straight from the soul, the whole soul of me,
it'll be a rhapsodic harmonious serendipity, word after word,
the world's absurd, gonna write it down, you'll hear the sound of
a million hands clappin', i'll be rappin' a story, boy, ain't gonna be
syrupy or nuttin', i ain't gonna be coy, just speakin' the truth, bro,
gonna write a novel, show the world i ain't no poe-tree ho, i'm the real
deal writer, sir, gonna be a cool kitty, purr out chapters, turn my itty
bitty two-bit skits into a made-for-the-screen movie, brotha,
people gonna scream for anotha and anotha, gonna write about war
and death and love and above all touch, mind-to-mind, it'll be the kinda
story they'll adore, they'll be beggin' for more, homie,
it'll be set in all kinsda places,
it'll blast yer homeostasis!, you'll be runnin' 'round the bases,
i'll be pitchin' it over the plate, don't be late, now, ya hear?
gonna write a novel novel,
it'll be out next year!

Wish I had the stamina to do up a novel, too.
One like Rabbit whipped up,
gorgeous vocabulary and it's still lingering
in my mind.

Can't wait to see that Doreen,
I know ya gots the goods.

Hey D, did you read rabbit's novel?

I haven't ordered it yet. Need funds... sigh.... but soon! I'm gonna!

Yes, and honestly it fits right in with my growing collection of beats, classics and goodies. I likes it.

wow, I really need to get your book. sounds like what I'm trying to get at in some ways. could use the inspiration.

"I did not know what my words
would be or how I would find them
I began hunting for them In books
as that was where they lived
sometimes they were hiding
or they just seemed buried
in themselves"

Totally dig this part of this cool read.
H