ANd the winner is....... drum roll.............Protracted, baited breath, more drum roll..... more heightened anticipation, drum roll, cheese roll, arctic roll, we're on a roll, what is poetry's role in society? More even longer build up of excitement...EINSTEIN!!!!!!!!! HUZZAH! We have Uncle Albert as Poetry Bus driver this week.
Perhaps the finest mind and funniest moustache of the last century. Albert(acording to The Guiney's Book of Bollix) was the eldest in a family of five, The Steins, a German family of woodcutters living in The Back forest.Their mother was a fine cook and pastry chef, she invented a chocolatey, creamy concoction of a pudding that gained worldwide acclaim as Black Forest Gateaux.The Stein family nicknamed Albert ' Eine ' Stein due to the fact that he would be roaring drunk after one beer. This nickname stuck till he was simply known as Einstein.His older brother was known as Drei Stein and the youngest, the alcoholic of the family Zwolf Stein. They never mention the black sheep of the family Frank. N. Stein who dabbled with lightning powered experiments and crochet.
Anyway he is a popular choice so I thank you for your votes and feel confident that Albert will be a safe and entertaining driver. All aboard now, Bus Poets , The Poetry Bus is heading out across the horizon blazing the darkness like a shooting star.
Here's mine, show me yours! I didn't know what the music was or it's title so I was surprised when the words matched a bit and gave me the idea for the exercise.Thanks again to Dominic Rivron for posting the music originally.
Hiroshima
It’s in the trees
The one note of a million cries
The darkness comes louder drowns them
Panics them a million Beckettt mouths menacing
Heartbeat silence edgy nervous alert waiting
Madame Guillotine at the top of her game
Ready to fall
Then ants crawling a lizard licking cold blood pumping
Storm clouds gather blacken the darkness
It’s a warning drops of rain splat off-key
Here and there random wet foreboding
The voices now almost human cries of NO! NO! NO! NO!
It’s in the trees
The one note of a million cries
The darkness comes louder drowns them
Panics them a million Beckettt mouths menacing
Heartbeat silence edgy nervous alert waiting
Madame Guillotine at the top of her game
Ready to fall
Then ants crawling a lizard licking cold blood pumping
Storm clouds gather blacken the darkness
It’s a warning drops of rain splat off-key
Here and there random wet foreboding
The voices now almost human cries of NO! NO! NO! NO!
Crescendo bees swarming flies wasps locusts eating all before them
The deafening jaws of all before me
Recede retreat to silence, open
mouthed in terror of more.
The deafening jaws of all before me
Recede retreat to silence, open
mouthed in terror of more.
First aboard is....
Willow
Argent
NanU
Wigeon
Rachel Fox
Wild Somerset Child
Titus
Sandra Leigh
http://sandarastraveljournal.blogspot.com/
Prof. Jeanne no patience Lakatos :)
http://iconicrealism.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-poetry-respite_25.html
also
http://revolutionaryrevelry.blogspot.com/
Weaver
http://weaverofgrass.blogspot.com/2009/10/ready-and-waiting-at-bus-stop.html
Niamh
http://variouscushions.blogspot.com/2009/10/tfes-weekly-torture.html
Dominic Rivron
http://dominicrivron.blogspot.com/2009/10/threnody-for-victims-of-hiroshima.html
P Nolan
http://pjnolan.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-poem-sunday-threnody.html
Swiss
http://travelsinthefloatingelvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-monday-poems.html
Emerging Writer
http://emergingwriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem-for-tfes-poetry-prompt.html
PoetiKat
http://hyggedigter.blogspot.com/2009/10/acid-trip-on-poetry-bus.html
Heather
http://raggedoldblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-nearly-late-for-poetry-bus.html
Karen
http://keepingsecrets-karen.blogspot.com/2009/10/memento-mori.html
55 comments:
Wonderful poem - the stuff of nightmares. After reading the first part of your post - are you sure we aren't related? You are every bit as daft as most of my offspring!! Inspite of your dark and heartrending poem, I'm still chuckling about the Stein family. See you on the bus tomorrow.
Thanks for the educational post. Who knew?
Your 'one note of a million cries' is very good. Good title for something too.
My piece is up just now too.
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Whooppee - good old Al won then! I knew he was the guy to back.
Very interesting poem from you and I especially like: 'Panics them a million Beckettt mouths menacing'
So now I won't have to investigate to see what it's all about. I assume your title was the subject of the music?
Thanks to Dominic for this one - I found it a really absorbing 10 minute pen-pushing challenge.
I am still not properly aboard yet, more like taking a flying leao as the bus pulls away without me. But I have posted my Monday poem ahead of time, for I have been away and have an early start tomorrow but experienced various poetry happenings whilst we were away. Please remind me how I post my Poetry Bus ramblings and then I won't clutter your comments section. Meanwhile, this is where you will find me: http://annsomersetmiles.blogspot.com
Aargh. This was my bloody nightmare. I can't listen to music that hasn't got any words! I'm plebian! I like heavy metal!
Anyway, I'm done, it's up, although I'm regretting posting it already.
Hi
I'm on board (the driver gave me a funny look)
I, too, liked the "a million Beckett mouths" bit. I've visited the Hiroshima Memorial and you've pretty much summed it up. Horrific.
(loved the Steins)
Okay, okay! Geez, but I'm anal. I keep stomping my foot and saying dammit it isn't Monday yet Bring That Bus Back! But a lot of good it does me. So I went ahead and posted my entry just now, on Sunday afternoon - though I suppose it's just about Monday now in Ireland, no? I haven't read your poem (or anybody's) yet, because I didn't want to hear any voices in my head except the composer's - so now I'm going to go back and read.
That was hard, TFE. I'm sitting in a coffee house to listen and write, and I'm sure I've been getting some strange looks, what with all the muttering and sighing I've been doing.
Oh, by the way, I went with carrot cake and an Americano.
Your 'million Beckett mouths' got to me, too. This whole experience has me wanting to hear more of this composer's work. He writes from the pit of his stomach, and it is impossible not to be moved by his music. Thanks for the assignment, Fearless Leader.
Yay! I'll be sitting at the front of this bus with my Albert in the driver's seat. Which path will we take? It's all relative! Who knows? Maybe we'll even ride the sound waves of those wretched, screeching violins...
Okay, my post is posted....raw, as you requested, Sir.
Oh... TFE, I thoroughly enjoyed reading your poetic response to this noise. Impressive with a capital I.
Yankees won!! Albert Einstein won!! What a night!
Your new photo finally appeared on my screen...beautiful!!! TFE's artistic prowess wins!!!!!
wv: faimmose: It's an honor to know the faimmose TFE!
That last stanza of yours is a powerful image.
Mine's done now - think I saw too many Catherine Deneuve films...
Posted mine at 9.42 - shall come back later and read your poem.
That's some powerful stuff there. You're shaking me, drawing me into your chaos. Definitely more scary than looking in the mirror. In a way I'm glad to have taken the easy route, avoiding the nightmares.
cough.splutter.hack. here's mine;
http://pjnolan.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-poem-sunday-threnody.html
And I have another blog, Sir. (with a beautiful, deleted clip, Clair de Lune, posted from Disney's Fantasia that you may enjoy!)
You may copy and paste this:
http://revolutionaryrevelry.blogspot.com
You're lucky you've earned extra credit by placing my candidate as the busdriver. Otherwise, I would have had you stay after school and write 100 times:
As long as there is breath in my damaged lungs, a pulse coursing through my veins and a smile upon my face, I will remember to post the blogs entitled, "Theory of Iconic Realism" and "Revolutionary Revelry"
Thank you, kindly! : ) xoxo
Yes TFE - wonderful stuff your poem - it tells the music so well.
Please, please, please can we have something really, really jolly for next week - all this deep dark stuff is beginning to get me down.
i had so many plans for the second bit but after the music task it was all i could do not to jump off a building!
something cheerier next week i think....?
It's been a hellish day (and night, hence the day). My eyes are like slits, I've slept about 3 hours (my sleep-requirement is about 8), I was up really early to take mom's cat to the vet and then had a dentist appointment. I am operating strictly on steam at the moment.
I didn't know the full title of the piece when I listened and responded to it, so you must take it as it comes. Too many "I's" in there, but I'm feeling quite sorry for myself at the minute, so there you have it.
ZZZZzzzzzzzzz
i like the beckett mouths, no idea what you're on about but i keep mulling them over in head
Oh, EEj! I have a problem. I can't post a new poem until I have at least 20 comments on the current one. It's a weird superstition thing I've got going. So unless Elvis and Albert get busy in the next few hours, I'm going to miss the bus! I do have my poem ready, such as it is...and it's still Monday here for another 6 and 1/2 hours, so if my blogging friends get busy, I'll be a late arrival! Meanwhile, I can visit the other riders.
I couldn't cope with plan A so opted for your alternative, and have just posted it. I'm probably the only one who chickened out.
I'm in there with the "Beckett mouths" crowd. You definitely nailed that wayward music down with your words.
Thanks to the TFE (am I seeing double?), I'm on the bus. Elvis took me on a detour to Graceland, but we're both back to see Uncle Al and the rest of my blogging friends!
TFE - Your poem is so appropriate for this most disturbing music! These lines, especially strike me as apt:
"Panics them a million Beckettt mouths menacing
Heartbeat silence edgy nervous alert waiting
Madame Guillotine at the top of her game
Ready to fall" and
"The deafening jaws of all before me
Recede retreat to silence, open
mouthed in terror of more."
Isn't it interesting that without knowing even the title you sensed the terror and horror of the deed? That's what art can do.
Eej, were you channeling Kate Bush? "It's in the trees! It's coming!"
Liked Mme. Guillotine and the crescendo of bees (wouldn't want to be anywhere near them, but you nailed it)!
By the way, in my lazy hazy afternoon, writing the piece I was like a drugged wild animal and I left out a whole page of my notes! I have now rectified this. My notepad on this occasion was quite small so I was tearing out the pages and writing furiously. Somehow I lost one side of the page. Then I remembered the missing Coelacanth! All better now.
Can you link me still? Oh, please, oh, please?
TFE: loved yours. First six lines astonishing; truly, a nightmarish vision.
Thanks for the Challenge and the work, striking differences this week from what emerged (or crawled) from the prompt, but some striking similarities too.
Art for Art's sake, can we have the money now, for God's sake?
Heather, yes we are related, I forgot to tell you.
Nobody knew ,Sparkey,it's a world exclusive.
Tancxzs Rachel
TankxzWigeon, clearly I need to keep this line at least.
We have you aboard Wild child, there's no fear of ye!
Has heavy metalgot words ,Titus! ;)
Don't mind Albert, he looks like that at everyone EW.
Another vote for Beckett,tankjxz Willow.Interesting visit you made there.
TangxzSandra(more Becko)I'd love a coffee and a carrot cake.Delishiuouse!
It's all relative! Boom boom! Nice one Prof!(Jeanne)
GWANTHEMYANKEEDOODLERS!
You can never see too many Catherine Deneuve films ,Mrs N.
Make sure you do Weaver-I'll be waiting!
Depends what's in the mirror Nanu.I avoid them like a vampire these days!
Phew, will do prof.Glad I missed those hundred lines.
I hope that's not contagious there Padhraig, sounds nasty.
Karen, have no fear the EEjit that is total is here.I will fix this dilema for you in the twinkle of a bloodshot eye.
Tankjxs Weaver. Light upbeat jolly,what is the meaning of these things?
Don't do it Swiss!
Au contraire my dear Heather , tis you who is the one that is the brave one that is not the chicken one isn't it is, yes!
Argent you is in with the 'in' crowd.Like Bryan fast ferry
Hey Kat sounds like you need a Katnap!!
Elvis and Al, what a team! And tanks fer your good words, Karen.
Cloudbusting? I think you are right Kat, I always found that scary.Isn't it from the Quartermass experiment or sumptin?
Glad you found the missing link
"The deafening jaws of all before me
Recede retreat to silence, open
mouthed in terror of more"
That's my fave!... really like how this is quite an ominous thing, it reminded me of the Kate bush song, the one about the machine that kills people with sound.. I think..
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