Acouple of folks asked...

[rivenixbt]

Brian, this is great! I don't know a lot of people that can write poetry that good! Keep it up!

Em... Can I, er, copy and paste all your poetry on some other Lexxian forum for other people to see?

If that's song lyrics, I wonder if you can compose it through SoundForge? Anyone tried that program?

[Brian]

Hey RivenIXBT !
Feel free to copy and paste. And, although I do like rythmns at times, I don't hear what you might call 'music' when I write anything. I have written a number of songs, mostly either for stage productions, or because something that I find politically or socially bothering moves me to put my thoughts into a musical format. One of my heroes while I was at university was a guy named Phil Ochs who wrote lots of songs that were commentaries on US policies during the Vietnam era, and racial tensions and riots during the late '60s. He was quite funny, and cutting, and clear - and he pissed off the CIA, which is always a good thing. Bob Dylan got more air and was more poetic, but Phil laid it out like road-kill.
And, RivenIXBT, may I ask if anything in particular sticks with you

brian

[Alori]

OK... not every word is good...not every moment is great ... I have read what everybody has written on the poetry page, and you guys deserve to be honored for your words and for your moments. If you have the urge, and the fingers, don't ever stop. Our greatest gift is our ability to be subtle... to communicate so much with a simple look, a well placed word, an expressed thought. Politicians will never understand. Using few words for a broad thought does not mean you are not communicating. Many words , often, hold little thought.
We have the greatest gift as humans... Vocalized thought....our thought process is so complex and so full of fear for us, we even invented GOD to help us overcome our fear of the very process that helped us invent him. Final thought....after death, who has really come back ? I say, don't think about coming back, think about what you will leave behind. Every thing we do, every thought, every word we write or utter, will have an impact on the genetic make-up of those who come after us. From the time of LUCY to now, we are human. We may not be the answer.

Brian

Deep insights, Brian. It is so refreshing to hear such reasoned philosophical musings that actually speak to the heart of your own personal belief system. We often forget that we, as a people have only been on this planet for several hundred thousand years (modern man at least) and yet the dinosaurs ruled for over well over 65 million. We are barely an inch long blurb in a tome so massive it could reach all the way to the moon, historically speaking. What fantastical arrogance is humanity to assume it is the summation of all existence? Even the lowly insects all around us are testaments to the diversity of life and adaptability...and yet, they are even older than the dinosaurs. And on that note, should not they be considered superior to humans? For that matter, why shouldn't the LEXX be considered the most advanced being ever to exist in the LEXX mythos? Intelligence is merely an adaptation, like any other, and knowledge has not brought us any closer to an ultimate truth...because there is no ultimate truth. Perception is personal and unique to the individual. I posit that we cannot compare ourselves based on any one genetic trait over another. There is no ultimate anything. Life simply is...in all its varied forms. Where there is a niche, sooner or later, nature will fill it. So whatever you do...live to the fullest, breathe in the richness of it and take from it what you can to spread to others...and take comfort from the fact that we are all connected in some inextricable way to everything else by virtue of our shared quantum physical manifestation of energy. We are all immortal in that sense...for as far as we know, energy can neither be created nor destroyed. And therein lies our God...the very fabric of our own being. We are our own gods.

There you have my own shared personal philosophy Brian.

Peace...

Diane

[rivenixbt]

brian said:

And, RivenIXBT, may I ask if anything in particular sticks with you
brian

The Overnight News one definately. Especially combining with my pesimistic self here... But I'm not good with discussing such things... Sorry for ripping across Alori's post, though...

[NoClockThing]

Why is this thread on page two? *bumpitybump* Do you have anything new? ;D

[rivenixbt]

Probably because I'm so bad at talking to people.

But really, this page hasn't been updated for a WHILE. July 16, 2006, how is that? Almost a year.

[Brian]

NoClockThing !

Yes I do have some new things..... several short stories, and a play. They are all much too long to post. The 'poetry' has been very sporadic. While I am travelling, I intend to spend time with the pieces I have started, and see if they are worth anything at all.
Thanks for asking.

brian

[NoClockThing]

I understand about sporadic - just do post it when you have something new, OK? ;D

[SaturnCat]

Heyo Brian,

I am here on your board & got curious, so I went tripping through some of the old posts & found some where you posted some of your poetry & I have to say, I am just blown away! The one about the father & the sea brought tears to my eyes. And I loved the one about what seemed to me to be about the morning creeping in. I write some poetry also, but-- and this goes w/ my songwriting lyrics, too-- I believe that I don't have the gift/ability of what I call 'being 'unhinged' '. I appreciate totally unhinged people/artists like Surrealist artists, wild & wacky musical artists like DEVO, but I consider myself to be 'semi-hinged', unfortunately, so 1/2 of my stuff is OK, the other 1/2 I am trying to avoid being trite &/or clichéd. But that's the point-- if you have to 'try' at all, rather than having stuff come naturally, you don't have 'it'. Do ya know what I mean? I think I only have a recessive, rather than dominant 'artistic' gene. Part of it is that I readily admit that I missed out on some of the humanities while pursing my scientific studies, so I don't consider myself to be all that 'well-read', which I think is important-- critical, really-- if you like to write. But you truly have the 'gift'! I am really amazed-- and very touched! I hope there's more on here.

[SaturnCat]

brian said:

Some things are harder to describe than others.Sad, but ever so true, that some things will NEVER lend themselves to be described by the written word - even things which are the most deeply felt and most in need of simple sharing.


And swings around me
Heavens of silken skin
Like water too cold
Like too soon the ebb of word
Like too quick the touch of hand

And swings around me
Heavens of unknown scents
Like wind of unwalked land
Like glows of unnamable stars
Like the unnamed child of wish

And swings around me
Heavens of up sun sky
Like green of distant thought
Like waves of seas so dry
Like love

OMG, this one really got me. My eyes are filled with tears. Esp. the line <<Like wind of unwalked land>>. Ya see, I used to love to hike around the Southwest-- now I am back here in the East mostly bed-bound. I was actually too sore to go out & (OK a tear is streaming down now) have a cabbage & corned beef dinner (& maybe a pint of green beer) w/ my Mom earlier tonight for St. Patrick's Day (we have a lot of Irish blood, which is very important to us). The West is almost like a long-past, long-forgotten dream to me. So that line really touched me. One of the wonderful things about the American West is the dry warm wind-- there is a special, almost magical, wind that comes after sunset that I used to really love. But I haven't given up hope that someday I will get fixed up & regain my life again. I don't know what to say to you, Brian-- you seem to be such an incredible person. I am so touched.

Oh, & the line <<Like waves of seas so dry>>-- brilliant! I loved the-- is it 'mixed metaphor'?-- there.

Thanks very much for sharing your writings.

[Brian]

Here is a thought ...

where is the over-belly

[leonessa]

Dec 2, 2008 4:34:33 GMT -5 Brian said:

Here is a thought ...

where is the over-belly

ummm..beneath the under-belly?

[Brian]

Just a couple or few short scribbles.... The damn hand just won't stop writing !! Don't ask me where the titles come from sometimes... it is a mystery to me, too !

SECOND ENVELOPE OF LOVE

Now where is that black
satin tongue,
And that devil of devil's delight.
And where is that satin black night,
Draped with curtained, blind sight,
And that run of bold love,
From below and above...
Yes, where are the lips,
And the sips,
And the hips.
Now, where is that black
satin tongue.

OUTLAW LOVE
Fast clouds brushing
So still a moon.
Damsels and highwaymen
Dancing from their graves,
Their music tickling
Lovers in their dream...
I leap upon my tall horse.
I ride , caped and hooded,
A bandit knocking
On your high door,
Here to chase and
Capture and color your dreams,
Hear my outlaw music.
See me backlit
By this moon of love for you,
Saddled and singing romance,
Persuading your soft skin
To ride with my rough care,
To plunder the silver night
Of all its diamond sweat,
And kiss my soft, masked mouth,
And tie our tangled bodies
With knots of purloined breath.
Take me from my mount,
My mask, throw upon your floor.
This night is wrought with gold,
And I will wake to touch your smile,
And steal away.

THE FRIGHT YOU FEEL
You crouch.
The fright you feel
Is that you lose,
Not by shallow hell,
Not by dank hand,
Not by shrinking time,
But by hardened heart,
Still, you slip into shrugs
And hold love
In growing chain.
You spin in dread
Of nightless day,
And cloud your care
In sleets of fear
Of finding another slippery ear,
The always slippery tongue,
Always the fear of lust.
You feel the fright.
You crouch.

Not sure if I posted this one or not... it is a bit older, but I like its spareness... to this day, when I read it aloud to myself, I get a chill.

THAT PARTICULAR FREEZE
That particular freeze invades me
That cold
That island
That tension
That thing that ties and chills
That longing for punctuation
That hour
That reason
That icy chill.

If I could balancem balance would be mine.
If I could reason, reason would be mine.
I have no long and delicate fingers,
Not of balance,
Not of reason.
Not mine, those fingers.

I Have no fingers,
None that beckon,
None that allure,
None that feel flesh,
None that grasp sweet warmth.
No, I hold simple stone in my fingers,
Simple earth,
Simple understanding.
I stand, I kneel, I bend,
I feel that particular freeze.

And just two short scribbles to end this....

RECALL
I remember how your skin feels,
like skin remembers how to smile,
like smiles remind me of your touch,
like your touch reminds me
that love always smiles.

IN THE DARK
Long, whispering trails of lust
You leave behind, like perfect sin.
Oh, the line you hold me with,
Oh, the breath, the tongue, the skin.

Ever ending nights of more
You bring to my bed.
You give me the body of time.
We are the one, we are like always.

Yes, I know... a lot of soap opera material, but, with luck, a little less long-winded....
brian

[Vael]

Wow, Brian that's really good. I particularly like your meter.

[Brian]

Just another little scribble... the discordance at the end is deliberate. Don't you find it is a bit Edgar Allan Poe-ish ? Did not realize it when I wrote it... it was just there in my poor feeble brain waiting to get out, so I let it out.

Oh, drift me away
in land of witches, forest walks
and goblins deep.
Sail me off
in deep grey water,
creaking ships
in pirate's keep.
Float me slowly
Through walls and voices.
above the roads
in mystery sleep.
Walk me down
the staircase shrinking,
across forbidden
secret street.
Now speak to me
in dream or day
image, voice, or grand display,
loose my hand, leave me free
And nevermore this dream repeat.


brian