So, I was going to ask what I should do for the next volume… but I finished Immortality before I could get to today. Facebook suggested that I do Quiet screams next.
I actually want to ask a question. I had a live poetry reading thing in my local library. And I was extra nervous because of the parking situation with the library. It requires parallel parking. I can not parallel park. So my therapist suggested that I ask a complete stranger to do it for me. Is that normal? I feel like that is not normal and would create more anxiety. What do you think? Is asking for a complete stranger to park your only vehicle a normal thing?
Welcome to where time stands still No one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change Just labelled mentally deranged Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No locked doors, no windows barred No things to make my brain seem scarred Sleep my friend, and you will see The dream is my reality They keep me locked up in this cage Can’t they see it’s why my brain says rage? Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Build my fear of what’s out there Cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I’m insane They think our heads are in their hands But violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well He’s getting better, can’t you tell? No more can they keep us in Listen, damn it, we will win They see it right, they see it well But they think this saves us from our hell Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Sanitarium (Just leave me alone) Fear of living on Natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air Got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it’s such a friendly word Seems the only way For reaching out again
My 2 Cents –
Feeling a little extra crazy these days, so I felt like a visit to the sanitarium was appropriate. an old favorite, and one that helps to calm the demons when they get a little too restless.
The problem with April is I actually don’t share the new poetry as much….so I wanted to squeeze some of the pretty stuff that I wrote in Immortality onto the net. I am actually really proud of this volume. It is a good thing.
So I wanna talk about my favorite Poets…since it is National Poetry Month.
I have always been fond of Edgar Allan Poe. His work speaks to the Goth heart in me. His story 0f not making it during his lifetime also hits notes of poetic tragedy and genuine goth nature…(I know I am weird.)
Another I have always loved was Emily Dickenson. Her work is almost opposite in a lot of ways to Poe. Flowery and light. Almost as though she were making the words themselves her lover.
In my teen years I discovered Irene Hunt’s Up a Road Slowly. It introduced me to two new poets. Sara Teasdale and Edna St. Vincent Millay. I was enamored by the idea that poetry could be just randomly inserted into books. I did not realize that would not generally happen anyway.
In more recent years thanks to YouTube, I have discovered Blythe Baird and Rachel Wiley. I adore their poems.
[Verse 1] Why are you hangin’ on So tight To the rope that I’m hangin’ from Off this island? This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan) Carefully timed it So let me go And dive into the waves below [Pre-Chorus] Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture From the head of your high table Who fetches the water From the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again To feel your words and their sharp sting? And I’m gettin’ fuckin’ tired
[Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’ If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour
[Post-Chorus] (You make me do too much labour)
[Verse 2] Apologies from my tongue Never yours Busy lapping from a flowing cup And stabbing with your fork I know you’re a smart man (I know you’re a smart man) And weaponise The false incompetence It’s dominance under guise
[Pre-Chorus] If we had a daughter I’d watch and could not save her The emotional torture From the head of your high table She’d do what you taught her She’d meet the same cruel fate So now I’ve gotta run So I can undo this mistake At least I’ve gotta try
[Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’ If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour
[Bridge] All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin nurse, and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger Twenty-four-seven baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It’s not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger Twenty-four-seven baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It’s not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour [Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid) If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant) For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him) You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger) The callous skin on my hands is crackin’ (Twenty-four-seven baby machine) If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams) And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It’s not an act of love if you make her) You make me do too much labour
My 2 Cents –
this song was very cleverly marketed. it brings out a lot of feminine rage. There is not a woman alive who doesn’t understand at least one line of this song. I actually was awaiting the release date…and I have not done that in years. It is well written. The part that they released to tease with was perfect.
So, many of you know that I run a small press. Fae Corps Publishing.
We have a busy schedule for the next few months.
March 31 – The Key of the Storm by DW Storer
April 7 – Internal Battlefields by Patricia Harris (My poetry volume)
April 14 – Valley of Thoughts by NK Xero
April 21 – State of Mind by Jennifer Elliott
May 7 – Keko and the Lost Bananas by CM Snow
May 15 – Faery Flying anthology release
May 22 – Toe Rag by Ruan Bradford Wright
May 26 – The Riverside Chronicles by Raz T Slasher
June 1 – Life Lost, Love Gained by Ashira Dayta
June 15 – Blue Ted’s Easter Adventure by DW Storer
There will be more… but that is what I have scheduled for now. We have another anthology call scheduled for this year. The deadline is August.(I will be posting it on the fae corps blog in June.)
I am hoping to be able to do another volume of Poetry at the end of June… but I don’t want to promise it until I get it done.
Pattimouse 