Category Archives: Uncategorized

Alternatives to Depression- Dory Previn’s “20 Mile Zone”

Video

Reply

http://blip.tv/katedimbleby/twenty-mile-zone-5165891

Twenty-Mile Zone
By Dory Previn

I was riding in my car
Screaming at the night
Screaming at the dark
Screaming at fright
I wasn’t doing nothing
Just drive about
Screaming at the dark
Letting it out
That’s all I was doing
Just letting it out

Well along comes a motorcycle
Very much to my surprise
I said officer was I speeding
I couldn’t see his eyes
He said no you weren’t speeding
And he felt where his gun was hung
He said lady you were screaming
At the top of your lung
And you were
Doing it along
You were doing it alone
You were screaming in your car
In a twenty-mile zone
You were doing it alone
You were doing it alone
You were screaming

I said I’ll roll up all my windows
Don’t want to disturb the peace
I’m just a creature
Who is looking
For a little release
I said
And what’s so wrong with screaming
Don’t you do it at your games
When the quarterback
Breaks an elbow
When the boxer beats and maims
But you were
Doing it alone
You were doing it alone
You were screaming in your car
In a twenty-mile zone
You were doing it alone
You were doing it alone
You were screaming

I said animals roar
When they feel like
Why can’t we do that too
Instead of screaming
Banzai baby
In the war in the human zoo

He said I got to take you in now
Follow me right behind
And let’s have no more screaming
Like you’re out of your mind
So he climbed aboard his cycle
And his red-eyed headlight beamed
And his motor started spinning
And his siren screamed

He was doing it alone
He was doing it alone
He was screaming on his bike
In a twenty-mile zone
He was doing it alone
He was doing it alone
He was screaming
I was doing it alone
I was doing it alone
I was screaming in my car
In a twenty-mile zone
I was doing it alone
I was doing it alone
I was screaming
We were doing it together
We were doing it together
We were screaming at the dark
In a twenty-mile zone
We were doing it together
We were doing it together
We were screaming
We were doing it together
We were doing it
Together
Alone
In a twenty-mile zone

Linguist Croon

Posted on by
Reply

Linguist Croon

Tongue and groove
on the move .
The poetry of
linguistic action
gives a satisfaction
that glides
beyond the recognition
of any verbal mission
or statement of the stars
or any of the
opposing movements ,
whether Venus or Mars ,
a beating  heart ,
a linguistic start
that makes the art
so lasting
and ultimately  ours ,
in time .

I Will Cleave to the One I love

Posted on by
Reply

I Will Cleave to the One I love

I will cleave
to the One I love
In the beauty that comes
from inside,
and to and from above ,
to the  beauty of nature
without.
There’s  no lasting beauty in abandon ,
no true joy in a One night stand .
It’s empty with a promise
of panacea .
There is only darkness
hiding there
and a sliding
of the wandering
errant hand .

 

The Awakening

Posted on by
Reply

He had not seen her for quite some time. Sitting outside the cafe she just happened to run into him with her two young daughters . She was a diminutive woman with fine features and blond hair and her name Anastasia meant resurrection . Her two daughters were dressed identically like two tiny porcelain madeleines except that one was distant ,the other thin and very affectionate .

The thin little one immediately jumped into his lap as if she had suddenly found her long lost father and gently laid her head against his shoulder .She looked up at him with soft hazel eyes . He noticed her eyes had many tiny specs in them .There were so many that together they rivaled and almost crowded out her pupils .”Your daughter is not well”
He said .The mother immediately got up and ran into the cafe .She came back shortly .

He noticed her eyes were red .She had been crying, Her blonde hair slightly disheveled and showing her black roots  She was angry ; not with him but rather at fate and how circumstances could fall together in such a way that her fatherless daughter at such a young  age could be ill and riddled with so many problems.

The little one nuzzled even closer to him.“ Have faith he said . “Time rectifies all things “They kissed each other on the cheek and she went on her way, with her two daughters on either side, holding hands.

The morning broke and he awoke from a deep sleep  .
His eyes slowly opened ,to the sounds of all the birds welcoming the morning, many small birds in a garbled melody of chirps, and the solitary refrain of an intermittent cooing dove nearby .This would be his last day. The pain of the wounds was excruciating now again, and he was sweating blood.

There were crimson tears at the corners of his  eyes,dried blood and dirt on his face  .As dawn broke to a new host of torture he realized the little one ,with her head on his shoulder , had been the dark one himself . He braced himself as the door opened .

From “Mercy Brother ” by PWChaltas

Poetics Moment . I’m Hungry

Posted on by
Reply

Poetics Moment . I’m Hungry

I feel my backbone now .
It moves in strange ways,
bare with less protection,
while standing in the poet’s corner
completely surrounded by books of verse .
Ginsberg Eliot Rumi to boot .
Poetry is becoming popular again.
This time describing polymers
and hard returns ,
Love, zygal, and artifacts
to barbarous renditions
of Cohen’s music
sung by female lounge
lizards .
And I’m told A. Miller’s
Marilyn Monroe
had six toes ,
like Alexander’s horse.
They were both poetic
and well loved.

7:30 am in Urban Paradise

Posted on by
Reply

I’ve been living in downtown Toronto temporarily for the past month or so
as our condo by the water  is being repaired from water damage due to a slow leaking pipe ( water amd words can wear things down – specifically copper and wood flooring this time  )
I miss the calm of the lake . It’s relatively placid there most of the time , although the city is alive with its own varied, busy, and sometime tense excitement. It’s harder to really really relax at night with all the sirens and  nightlife noises at Yonge and Bloor but the city is inspiring in a different way. It seems like I’m going back to those  city walks I used to have in my 20’s and seeing them with different eyes now, older eyes but also with new younger eyes . The eyes of the 20 & 30-something condo dwellers in the vertical beating heart of the city . They’re all clicking away at their iPhones and Blackberrys while walking, just like me .
It’s amazing . Never thought I’d be into the urban lifestyle again and especially living it out loud like this .

7:30 am  in Urban Paradise

7:30 am and the city is almost quiet
Just a few cars in the street .
Been off  and on
through the night
I’m up for a drink
and something to eat .
Listen to the hum ,
and see the light
rising higher .
Tower lights are  on .
The moment is sweet .
I fall back into sheets
a willing participant
of meditation and sleep .