The fear of glass.
My poem.
Deb Matthews-Zott’s
music remix.
Hear it HERE.
it’s crystalclear
breakage can happen
at any point
the tumbler
might tumble
every window,
door – french – revolving
a potential knife to your throat
shards of your life
which cannot
be reassembled
and every one sees
right through you…
©rob walker
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This one began life years ago with a project (from Melbourne? Please let me know if you remember it) called Fridge Poetry which was an online version of the word-fridge-magnets which were popular more than ten years ago. There was a collection of maybe a dozen random words which you could manipulate/ rearrange to create your own poem. I created “to wheeze, not gentle” (possibly an homage / rip-off? of Dylan Thomas’ “Do not go gentle into that dark night”, probably the world’s best-known villanelle. It became to not wheeze gentle and was published in phobiaphobia (Picaro Press, 2007.)
After uploading an audio version to ccMixter, speck made it even more surreal by using a 1970s phonorgan that he picked up at a flea market for $8! I found a photo of a pretty sophisticated early (70s) French synth and emailed Speck to check if it was the same as his. He replied “Nah. Mine’s not nearly so sophisticated. It’s just a cheap kids toy. This is what I have, except mine’s red and says phonorgan where this one says phono organ.” The photo speaks for itself…
There is something very dadaesque in both the poem and the background story. Couldn’t be more random if we tried!
A serendipitous blend of my poem ‘jelly‘ (micromacro, 2006) and the beautiful ‘Piano Piece 1‘ by Do Kashiteru, an electronica duo from Lansing, New York.
(To hear it, click HERE, then press the play button at centre-screen.) More about Do Kashiteru HERE>
Thank you Charlie. You are an inspiration to poets and hip-hop artists the world over!
Hear my rap HERE.
And Mana Junkie‘s done a trippy psychedelic version HERE.
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