I have been pretty preoccupied lately and you know what that means, right?  I have to relate the DJ post to something that I am already doing.  Among other things (my Dad is in ICU in Los Angeles, but we don’t need to deal with that), I am taking a “Modernist Literature” class for an elective.  I didn’t review the syllabus well enough and lo! what do we have here; a shitload of poetry.  Really boring poetry in arcane language that no one uses any more.  Imagine my relief when I got to the 4 or 5 line mini poems like this:

“The Pool”

Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you—banded one?

Yeesh.  If I thought for one second something wasn’t alive.  Poetry has a way of putting you in the scene somehow like literally poking at a dead fish in the sand.  Who would write a poem about that?  I thought I hated poetry until …

After a few pieces with the class summaries and analysis, I remembered that music lyrics are a form of poetry with varying degrees of quality and rhymywhyminess.  Most of the turn of the 20th century poetry rhymes.  Set some of it to music and I bet it works.  Well, turns out it has been done.

I LOVE music with interesting lyrics that I can relate to.  I have one of those “pattern seeking” personalities and find patterns everywhere so a lot of the music I like connects things in my mind somehow. I am not sure why I don’t like poetry; I should.  When set to music I “get” it.  On the page it reads like it came from a punch card. 

Prose is totally different for me. The class did a unit on Faulkner’s “As I Lay Dying”. Totally get the story and how it relates to real life.  (Hint: don’t make seriously bad decisions when many people are telling you they are bad decisions and your wife’s dead body is in a pine box on your rickety wagon.)

You guys may or may not be into poetry, but now is the tine to tell us about why you like the songs that you like:

  1. Poetry/prose set to music – Easy.  If it was originally a poem or essay and someone set it to music it fits here.  This applies to interpretations and mashups.  I am surprised at how the music changes the poems.
  2. Music that can be poetry – This is totally subjective.  If you think that Van Halen’s “Ice Cream Man” is poetry, who am I to say otherwise?  If you can, provide a few lines to show us.
  3. Fun with metaphors – Poetry is full of them.  So is music.  You know what they are; have fun with them! Is the Ice Cream Man really something else?

Here is the playlist:

Here are your dedications for this week:

London – Santino

Chancre Sore – Thrill

William Wilson -Rich

My Mystery – Zurvan

Dig Lazarus Dig…!!! – WVR

The Raven – Grendel

** Update-  my dad has been moved to a regular room.

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A good place to start is with some Tragically Hip.

Poets – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_RSJ6xuHbE

Flamenco – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KUKGI5_Qqc

Maybe a prostitute
Could teach you
How to take a compliment

Some Oasis

So I start a revolution from my bed
‘Cause you said the brains I had went to my head.

Don’t Look Back in Anger – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmpRLQZkTb8

Do you keep the receipts
For the friends that you buy
And ain´t it bittersweet
You were only just getting by

Where Did it All Go Wrong? – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Nk_Oek5XEg

Good thoughts and prayers for your dad. I can relate, last year I moved my mom (88) to a nursing home close to where I live so I can visit often. Strong in mind but frail in body, a week does not pass when we are not either at ER or at her doctors.

A bit of Ambrosia always works for me;

** Update- my dad has been moved to a regular room. Quickest turnaround I ever had on a prayer, right there. Aerials by System of a Down – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpEV0FQFUSY Life is a waterfall We drink from the river Then we turn around and put up our walls Swimming through the void We hear the word We lose ourselves but we find it all’ Cause we are the ones that wanna play Always wanna go But you never wanna stay We are the ones that wanna choose Always wanna play But you never wanna lose Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode… Read more »


Glad to hear your dad is doing better!! I’ve learned about the power of the will to live. Both of my parents have been in ICU over the last couple of years and amazingly are living at home right now. Sending positive e-thoughts your way.

What about this one? Every line in it sounds like it came from the Tao Te Ching. River of Deceit by Mad Season – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iyn_HfkjM-k My pain is self-chosen At least, so The Prophet says I could either burn Or cut off my pride and buy some time A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist Arsonist’s Lullaby by Hozier – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eJbxI-jZbA When I was a man I thought it ended When I knew love’s perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake All you have is your fire… Read more »


21 Pilots – Stressed Out – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXRviuL6vMY

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one

From the poetry is in the eye of the beholder department.

Ah. Aha, Aha. Aha. Ah. Aha. Aha. Aha.



Forgot about the most epic of them all.


If, read by Michael Caine The epic poem of Beowulf, is to no surprise one of my favorites…. part 1 of a abridged reading.,.. part 2. Recessional BY RUDYARD KIPLING 1897 God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies; The Captains and the Kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we… Read more »

No secret that I love this one.

Bullet the Blue Sky by U2 – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wj3_m6VxW-U

I can see the fighter planes
Across the mudhuts as the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Up the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan

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