Just me and the shadows of internal dialogue within my voice, chants by Dead can Dance, Gavin Bryars.
Poetry for your brain
Influences
Andrew Glaze, TShaka Campbell, Mike Igoe, Damien Rice, Maya Angelou (For abstract boldness: Kandinsky and Rothko) Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Italian Poetry & All of the passion dormant within the human heart
Sounds Like
A poet testifying the philosophy of the ancient world trying to breed the new thinkers and dreamers into building the world a belt of instruments without sound
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A VERY SAD CLOWN” Excuse, excuse, I didn’t want to break your train of thought or interrupt your feelings… But I felt a need… A pain in my heart that I would tell you what I am going to tell you… It is an Old Italian Story; forgive me to tell it because it is true… It is a story of a SAD CLOWN. He could be happy clown, but he is sad because he cannot express himself the way he wants to. He has tried and tried and tried, and no matter he does, he cannot show himself for what he is – for what he REALLY is! His name, forgive me, his name is CONDOMO. Poor Condomo, poor Condomo… He feels controlled, constricted, and constrained - trapped in a man’s body with no place to go! He meet his friends… LARGO, SKITRZO, INTEMMEZZO AND OVARIO… But when he meet Largo, Skirtzo and Ovario, He always meet INTERMEZZO! And he retreats in his shell; he is a very, very, sad, sad, clown. He has been accused of being cold, insensitive, unfeeling, that’s not what he feel inside, no, he does not have a psychological problem, in fact he feel like VESUVIUS, MT. ETNA, POMPIE AND KRACOTOA – He want to ERUPT! But he is a prisoner and he is the prison – stuck in his position covered with a skin he cannot move. I cannot find a costume for him in polite society – I do not have to describe him, we all know him. But the sad part about Condomo, he has brothers… And his brothers is a happy happy clown. Their name is FOAMO and INSERTO. And when he meet Largo, Skirtzo and Ovario, but they never meet Intermezzo. But, they have LARDO, LARDO. As much as Condomo is sad, Foamo and Inserto is happy.
Thanks for the comment, the bathroom one has got a great response, which is funny, cos I put so little effort into writing it, only thing I've ever finished in one sitting... maybe that's the way I should be doing things!
It's great to hear you're gonna be in Wales, if you could drop over to Dublin I'll put on an open mic when you're there for definite, it'd be great to meet ya!
Thanks for being a friend and giving me heart when all editors reject. Am moving to NYC in Sept hoping to do some readings while there. Big love from Ireland
x
And in a terrible sigh
The plants they wither and die
Without a heart made of rocks
You wander endlessly lost
Light in a box
Window of frost
Exhaust.....
Fires burn faster in wide open places --
Sing for the bellowing
Cry of the dazed
Hypnotic murmuring making complacent
Hours and eons
Hint at the faintest
Sight of forever encapsulated
In laces
And fade.....
So went the turn of the times
Long gone and drifting through life
All that you know is a fly
On a wall ready to die
I'll be shiftin' paradigms on Friday the 13th
You'll Wanna be there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FRIDAY, APRIL 13th
Nuyorican Poets Cafe
236 E. 3rd St, New York, New York
10:00 PM
$10.00
Fri Nite Slam Spotlight Feature: Ngoma
Hey Poetique! Thanks for the kind comments, they meant a lot to me... especially coming from such a top notch poet and performer as yourself. I love your poems, and I love the way you've presented them, the production really adds atmosphere. I downloaded the samples and am gonna stick em on my minidisc player between songs (if thats ok?) it's a pity you moved from Templeogue, would love to have had you at our open mic night.
