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Daily Poem 19: Berkeley

Berkeley on the First Sunday of Spring Break

Locked doors and darkened window panes

Remind me that I’m out of place

On grounds of learning, where, again,

Sagacious stones refuse my wandering ways.

Only the wooded paths embrace

Me on a log-cum-bench: the bait

To bring my ears into this space

Where nature’s bards all play.

A crow calls singing to her mate

And with the chatting creek I strain

To hear his soft reply, then wait

And watch and wonder why she stays.

 

Over the last few days, I was lucky enough to spend some time around the lovely, albeit abandoned, UC Berkeley campus, but now I am headed back up the California coast en route to Canada. The poems for the next few days are scheduled, so anything about the trip home won’t appear until next week (at which point my daily poem project – meant to jumpstart my own production on this website – will likely have ceased).


Daily Poem 18: Flaneur (Convex Mirror)

In dreams I wander through the realms

Of convex mirrors, breaking glass

To find the shattered remnants pull

Together forming a flaneur

Like me who only wants to write

His name in water. Hand and hand

That feel like glass, they smear their sweat

And trace the letters of their self—

But one of them writes it backwards.

Read John Ashbery’s poetic ekphrasis of the painting above here.

flaneur

\flah-NUR\ , noun;

1. One who strolls about aimlessly; a lounger; a loafer.

Daily Poem 17: Recidivism

I saw red gerberas, and as always

I suffered from recidivism; slid

Down, down a snake of board games on the lawn

And kisses in the creek and freezing nights

On an old cot beneath the twisting stars.

re·cid·i·vism

[ri-siduh-viz-uhm]

–noun
1.  repeated or habitual relapse, as into crime.
2.  Psychiatry. the chronic tendency toward repetition of criminal or antisocial behavior patterns.

Daily Poem 16: Flummery

Her words dissolved: reduced to flummery entwined with steady strums

Of her four favourite chords, distracting me from showing any tact.

 

This play with internal rhyme is about falling in love with musicians.  If you’ve ever watched someone singing while playing a musical instrument and have, in that moment, been completely overwhelmed to the point that you’re not even listening to the words, you’ll understand.

flummery

\FLUHM-uh-ree\ , noun;

1. A name given to various sweet dishes made with milk, eggs, flour, etc.
2. Empty compliment; unsubstantial talk or writing; mumbo jumbo; nonsense.

Tyr’s Day Music Review: Sean McCann’s Lullabies for Bloodshot Eyes

I have been a fan of Great Big Sea for years, but was disappointed with their latest effort: 2008’s Fortune’s Favour.  The album has but a single listenable song (“Company of Fools”) as the band strayed from their Celtic roots into unfamiliar rock territory.  Regardless (or maybe in spite) of this, when I saw Séan McCaan was doing a solo project, Lullabies for Bloodshot Eyes, I was immediately willing to buy it without hearing a single track.  I was not disappointed, but not particularly pleased either.  I have a bias in favour of Great Big Sea’s earlier and more traditional work, and without Bob Hallett’s tin whistle, accordion, and dozen other instruments, Séan’s solo effort is missing the sound I expect to be supplementing his voice.  Fans of Great Big Sea might also miss the variety of Alan Doyle’s voice because Séan tends to sing a lot of his songs in a similar style.  For example, if you buy the album on Séan’s website, you’ll be treated to the bonus track “The Death of Queen Jane” which has a simple melody obviously inspired by “John Barbour” (on Great Big Sea’s 2004 release Something Beautiful), but at least the penny whistle makes an appearance.

The major problem with Lullabies for Bloodshot Eyes is that it’s littered with clichés.  I feel as if Séan was using my word of the day poetry format: choosing an overused phrase (or two) and building a song around it.  The first and last songs are written for his two sons, which is endearing, I suppose, but the lullaby format bores me—as do stock lyrics like “Hush now baby don’t you cry, let no tears fall from your eyes.”  Yes it’s a lullaby, but…I don’t know.  I want something more original (which he does deliver later). 

The second track, “Wish”, is composed of pretty weak lyrics (including stock “if I die before I wake”), but then the album takes off with three of its best songs in a row.  The guitar in “Peace among the Bones” picks up the pace and leads into “Hold Me Steady” (Freddy…ouch lyrics again) with its excellent orchestration.  “Gone Tomorrow” was easily my favourite song on my first listen.  The notes almost seem out of Séan’s range, but when Jeen O’Brien’s lovely harmony kicks in…wow.  Something beautiful, indeed.  “Razor & Rust” and “Lazy Lover” keep up the vocal magic, but the latter suffers from being cornier than it is funny. 

“Wasted”, after multiple listens, overtakes “Gone Tomorrow” as my favourite track.  It has the most honest presentation, and despite its slow beginning does not have the lullaby quality the album’s title advertises.  I love songs that build, and although “Wasted” never reaches the intensity of songs like “Good Night Elisabeth” (by Counting Crows) or “Wet Sand” (by The Red Hot Chili Peppers), it is expertly arranged down to the final line sung over silence.  In fact, it’s a huge compliment that I think of those long songs when listening to 3:17 “Wasted”.

I do recommend this album, although I’m going to leave the lullabies off my iPod (my apologies to your sons Séan).  You can sample a few songs and buy the album on Séan’s website: http://greatbigsean.com/site/