Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Waste Land


Waste Land

barren mind
empty pockets
moral ruin

bankrupt art
desolate heart

you

were my only hope

**

Prose is kicking my butt again.  I started writing a poem this morning (not this one) and then it occurred to me that the lines would work in my new (I said new) short story, titled 'Mute'.  Prose is stealing my poetry!  How rude!  I don't mind so much though because I'm writing, the Muse is active and I'm enjoying this long stretch of creative energy.  

I confess that I've been thinking a little bit more about Greyson (see Half Windsor Knot) and about his back-story.  I feel like I will at some point return to him and hope he'll be more open to telling me what needs to be told.

I'm out of sorts today.  I have a gaggle of butterflies in my tummy and my hands feel sweaty.  I'm on edge for some reason and I can't explain why.  Doesn't help that we've been delivered another blast of wind by way of freezing cold, gusty wind and below zero temps. Braving the wind without earbuds today is going to be simply awful.  Let's pray my goofy winter hat his in the bottom of my work bag somewhere.

I purchased tickets for me and two friends to attend the Jay Smith memorial concert at Casino Nova Scotia on Sunday.  Smith was a young, vibrant musician and human being.  He died while on tour with Matt Mays and it has sent a giant wave of sadness through our community of artists and music lovers out her on the East Coast and across the country.  In loss, there is a tremendous amount of healing power in music.  I just know that room will be full of good humans pulling together in one long song for a fallen brother.  That's when you  know just how powerful music is, in its healing elements, in it's beauty.  One room, one voice, one human heart.

Not a lot to share today other than this teeny poem and the knowledge that I am yet again on another journey with a few new characters.  I am pleased as punch.

Long week, short blog entry.

In propinquity,
Nic

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Mid-Sentence



Mid-Sentence

loquacious
garrulous
vociferous

effusive turn of phrase
exhilarating intelligence

orated & pronounced
written & published

voluminous
extensive
bounteous

in mid-sentence
in mid-monologue

poised & uninterrupted
memorized & immortalized

at present

their own persuasion
a library of completeness

uttered in pure confidence

**

Bummed to be missing the Left Bank Poetry Reading tonight with my OHF gang but I managed to write a little something today in addition to finishing my first draft of 'Half Windsor Knot'. Feel good about that/both. I'll be combing through it on my artist date Saturday for additions, subtractions and embellishments.

Another blast of winter is looming but there are always words to keep me sane and entertained.

Happy Thursday!

In propinquity,
Nic

Monday, January 21, 2013

It Has To Be Perfect


Blue Rodeo blew me away on Friday night.  With such a rich and vibrant musical history behind them and 25 years in, they still have a long melodic road ahead.  It was a last minute decision to buy tickets despite a longing to see this show.  I’m glad we went with our whim and snagged the last two tickets to sit side by side.  It was a full house, all ages but every single person in that arena knew every single word to every single song and that is the beauty of this band.

Blue Rodeo’s music is a precise blend of country twang and Canadian roots rock.  Their songwriting, ballads in particular are both crafted and delivered in such a fashion that when they are pulling on your heart-strings, they are also pulling tears from your eyes.  Jim Cuddy has one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard.  When he sings I am often covered in goose-bumps and that is only amplified when he’s live, in front of me, filling the room with melodious gold.

Friday’s show was their Halifax stop on their 25th Anniversary tour.  That means, when they started out I was somewhere around fifteen years old.  Hard to recall a time when Blue Rodeo wasn’t present on the soundtrack of my life.  I used to sit with my cassette player, headphones on and suspend into their songs.  Get lost in them and allow them to take me over.   I loved them from the start and they have only gotten better, more refined and lovelier. 

I mused to my best friend on the drive home from the show how their music makes me feel incredibly proud to be Canadian.  While I firmly believe their music has the ability to reach across boarders and oceans, there’s a tiny secret riddled in their music that only someone Canadian can truly translate and appreciate.  They are one of the greatest gifts our vast country has given and judging by the previews of a few new songs, their next record will only be another extension of their importance and presence in the scope of Canadian music.

As always, the most impressive moments in any life show for me is when the audience sings with or out-sings the band.  ‘Lost Together’ remains my all-time favorite Blue Rodeo song and it was absolutely earth-shattering to hear a sea of people sing the whole thing in unison (making it the most moving point of the evening for me.  Jim Cuddy’s impassioned rendition of ‘After The Rain’ could have gone on for the duration of the show and I wouldn’t have minded at all, it was poignant and soul satisfying.  Who needs a house of God when all of your prayers are answered in song?

I was thinking about this yesterday, in less than six months I will have seen so many incredible shows, all Canadian gold.  Let’s recount:  The Sheepdogs, Yukon Blonde, Big Sugar, Gloryhound, Blue Rodeo, Tragically Hip and yes kids, yours truly is FINALLY going to see the one and only Leonard Cohen.  Impressive list for a short period of time, yes?  It is widely known that both Gord Downie and Leonard Cohen are both HUGE influences for me.  Heroes.  That I will share air with both of them this year is monumental.  I couldn’t be happier.  And in part, these two shows can only aid in putting me back in my happy place.  Personally, it’s been a long rocky road getting back to it but with the assistance of the written word, music and a better attitude, I am pretty much there.  Leonard’s show is a bucket list item for me.  I can’t wait to frame my ticket stub and display it on my rock wall.  Mission thoughtfully accomplished. 

I did a tiny bit of writing this weekend but nothing of the creative variety.  Along with another challenging task, I strung a few words together to help with a band bio for my brother’s upcoming gig at the Annual Tour Tech Party (which I’ll miss as it’s the same night of the Hip).  They are closing the main-stage this year being shared by Saga, a rock quintet from Oakville, Ontario whose song ‘On The Loose’ (for me) is their most notable song.  It’s a fantastic event, the Tour Tech Party, an AIDS fundraiser.  It’s well organized and a ton of fun.  Two stages, countless bands, lots of schmoozing and beer.  I’m really disappointed to miss it this year.  They’ll blow the roof off as only they can.

It’s a Monday, cold and windy here in Halifax.  Snow is looming along with frigid temperatures to last well into next weekend.  Time for a piece of poetry, word play to warm the bones.





It Has To Be Perfect

more time is required
to omit needless words

amend the text

sit on it
sleep on it
walk it around

&

read it again

new revisions
on an old story

additions
deletions

paragraph
changes in bold

highly subjective
possibly dishonest

irreconcilable ambivalence

editing
a head start
to suffering

**

Ahh, that felt good.


Oh, I forgot to mention, I received the third and final rejection from the Year Write submissions.  Upward and onward!  There’s always next time. 

Happy Monday, folks!

In propinquity,
Nic

PS - Did I mention that I am over the MOON about seeing Leonard Cohen!?  In case you didn't pick up on it, I am!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Sad End For A Writer



Sad End For A Writer

I believed you
emphatically

my synonym for beauty
in the present moment

when you openly professed
the intrinsic phases of poetry

evident through a summary
of sated spiritual upsurge

a veritable deluge of exactitude
so peculiar and incongruous

for your character to concede to
such an inspiring blithe explanation

that in response
I ceased a shrugging dismissal to
your dubious aggrandized anecdotes

I trusted you
haphazardly

my synonym for contentment
in the instantaneous past tense

I tended your
fragile heart
w/ quiet care
revolved around
your hours
w/ compassion

when you shed
your armor
leveled my field
& we settled into
that palpable
space in between

truth & lies
black & white
feast & famine

& then pretense
invaded the calm

I annulled our amalgamation
my antonym for abundance

disengaged our composition
my antonym for affection

all of your contradictions
have been redeemed
all of the words in your
failed language expired

a sad end
for a writer
in love

**

This week and crawling by after a great few days away from the norm.  I have Thursday's reading with the Open Heart Forgery gang to look forward to though.  The new issue is being released and I am happy to report that 'Aubade' will be included.  It's getting colder here now, with Winter looming.  I'm not a fan of snow and I hear the white stuff will fly sometime between tomorrow and Sunday.  Barf.  I was born in the wrong climate.

A little poetry for a sleepy Tuesday, hope you enjoyed.

In propinquity,
Nic