Well, woof...it's been almost a month without a post and I've been slowly regaining my sanity. Apologies for anyone who actually takes the time to read this tripe. ;)
I am in Nashville right now, sitting at this nice little cafe called Sam & Zoe's.
Nice little place. Of course, I smoke, so I'm sitting on the deck (ugh...forgot how HOT it is down here!) and I caught this image that has stuck with me, here's what it has become:
Mockingbird Mimus polyglottos Mockingbird. A bird with no song of its own, it samples and adapts what it hears around it, be it other birds, cars, radios, or conversations. From this, it creates a melody exquisite and tragic singing: “I have no words of my own but listen, love, still, I am calling. In the evening, they fill the shrubbery with their beautiful loneliness. During the day, they compete with other birds for food and completion. Somewhere, there is another, who hears as I do. Outside my apartment there is one who has learned my neighbor’s car alarm. I suspect he sets it off himself occasionally to double-check the pitch and rhythm. Prolific in the South, none pay them heed. Just another drab little noisemaker. I cannot help but hear I cannot ignore another poet. At the café there is one who sits on a newsstand and sings the headlines. Surely there is a lady out there who is so enamored of the world. |
2 comments:
you know I will......
I like this piece's simplicity by the way. you'll probably tell me that it isn't simple at all, but that is fine.
I'd actually like it if you could sort of do a response to my drawing on Friday, April 13, 2007. there is something more I want to get at, but I can't figure it out myself. thought maybe if you were to write something I might have a springboard.
talk soon.
-mike
this part;
At the café
there is one
who sits on a newsstand
and sings the headlines.
...is perfect.
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