on the street where you live

[constantine]

could not forget them
even if I wanted,
the intimate observations of childhood,
the profane and the sacrosanct, there
on the street where I lived.
an esoteric comedy - a slapstick farce
feelings amplified through time
congeal into tomorrow, into destiny
and then disassemble
to another's impression,
godchild of memory
Mnemosyne hears all and remembers!
doling out slivers and shards
that cut, the ravines
as it rains upon hills of clay
fissures like fingerprints
indelible, baked hard
by the fires of daylight, waiting
undecipherable, but
inexorable - like mother to child,
and I could not forget even if I wanted to,
the submerged subterranean vaults,
bubbles from the tar pit
flogging, as they motivate,
anxious, as they desire.
tyrant master of a thousand faces, there
on the street where you live.

[stilltrucking]

I have no idea
why I found myself smiling
as I read this

maybe it was your craft.

[hester_prynne]

Indeed, this too, a deluxe write.
You got it going on...I mean, everything you write.. I really like.
No kiddin

H

[constantine]

thank you truckin and hester. your comments mean a lot to me. i respect both of you so much. you have embraced me from day one and i will not forget that.

[westcoast]

"godchild of memory" love that
another good poem, replete with emotion ings
(my word for how your work affects me)

best,
westie

[Lightning Rod]

listen for your title line, constantine

http://studioeight.tv/musicpost/LR/TheB ... e1%201.mp3

[constantine]

what can i say westward one - i love when you like my work. lrod, that was a gas. you play an excellent flute; i am truly impressed. doreen was hip too. i like to hear more of your collaborations as well as solo stuff.

[Lightning Rod]

here ya go:

http://studioeight.tv/LR/The%20Book.html

[Doreen Peri]

i used to love to sing
thanks, clay
i'll let you record all my songs
what a memory
memories are like songs... they go out in the air
everybody listens... or they don't

maybe one day i'll sing again
who knows



(apologies, dino... didn't mean to hijack your thread...)

....replies are supposed to be about your poem....
i have often walked down your street before
and the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
all at once am i several stories high
knowing i'm on the street where you ... live!

i love that showtune and yanno what?

your poem is better and that makes it a classic!

[constantine]

it's a crazy thing; the song from my fair lady was the inspiration, but the poem took another direction. i love that song - it was my favorite from a show that has many more familiar songs, but still, that song must have struck a chord with me. your vocal and treatments were wild.

[Doreen Peri]

your vocal and treatments were wild.

i'm a wild woman, constandino



(i like that musical too... i'm a fan of many musicals... i'm a musical fan! ladidadida... see? i'm singing again .. not sure what a treatment is, tho.. but i'm glad mine are wild )

[constantine]

no argument here. you are as wild as anyone has the right to be! perhaps more so. i am wild too in a mundane sort of way.

[Doreen Peri]

wow.. and yer quick too!

(was just editing my post... and there you are! )

[constantine]

yeah, i'm cool like dat. the little asides in the song that you were using are what i mean by treatments. the bits of reply - the banter added a spontaneity to the performance. now that i've analyzed and taken the life out of my comment i feel much better!

[Doreen Peri]

hehe you make me smile
no, the life is still in it
i get it now.. thank you... i'm a little slow sometimes
darn internet!.... (i'm often slow in real life, too, tho, but i like to blame it on the internet. I blame a lot of things on the internet.. it's an easy mark)
i miss spontaneous banter like that... i was on a roll...
it was fun.... then came the abrupt stop... and

now i need some treatments

(don't ask me to analyze that)