Friday, June 29, 2012

Playlist VIII: Kasia Fedyk, Donna Zucker, Kaylan Pedine, Walt Whitman, Percy Shelley

1. SOUL OF THE OCEAN by Kasia Fedyk

Ocean, oh my sweet ocean
I smell your scent among the forests
upon the rivers that flow.

The salty taste you bring
lingers on my tong,
part of me belongs to you
remembering how you look at me
with those watery eyes
how you take me in
like a lover.

In moon light you want me to bathe, in your coolness
filling my heart with your warmth
if I tell you something will you keep it
in your coral, in your soul whispers.

A piece of me floats on your surface
like a feather belonging only to you
so, I surrender.

How precious you are to me my endless friend
I fear you at times, your power scares me
can you believe that for a moment.
Love has no fear. I know

What you do to me, no one will ever now
just one look at you and I change, I transform
into a butterfly of freedom
you are the cocoon I live in
till my wings of color and your pattern
creates me in your vision.

You are the Beloved's arms; To me
as the sun settles in your arms
saying goodbye to the world
for a brief moment
allowing the moon, her lover
to shine resting upon your arms
in the darkness.

REFLECTIVE MUSIC: L'isle joyeuse by Claude Debussy


2. HOW TO SAY GOODBYE by Donna Zucker

How to say goodbye
I knew it was at an end 

Try and end well
Wanting something to look forward to 

Hoping, all too soon forgetting
How well you have done
How far you have come
To have it all end all over again

And back you are
From where you started

No farther ahead
But alone again

Searching for a companion
Someone to walk with

Self fulfilled prophecy

Finding friendship and reason in the woods

Where I should be
Where I found a real home
Where I don’t want to leave
Where I wreck as I do

For I am a middle, not a beginning or an end
I hate new novels
I begin halfway in
Long for the comfort of the known

Wanting newness
But someone to come along
Not wanting to go
Go alone 

Got used to a knock on the door
Then no need to knock at all

Wanting to stop by
Sit on the chair


I’m ruining it before it ruins me

Having to leave
Nothing to hold onto

Don’t want to go

Don’t wreck it
Don’t forget
Don’t wreck what you had
A perfect moment
A perfect time

It was
It was

So take it with you
Accept it for what it is

A moment in time
I don’t want it to end

REFLECTIVE MUSIC: "Nimrod" from Enigma Variations by Edward Elgar

 3. TURKISH CIGARETTE by Kaylan Pedine

I sat and I – I stuttered, no I – shuttered, Ugh, I stuttered, but I-
Mumbled, pensively mumbled, teeth grinding, fingers winding,
Where sanity punches out her time card, replaced by insanity – Binding-
Together to go to work in my mind, searching for answers, but never productively finding

Yeah, I stuttered, and I- pensively mumbled
The lyrics in my head that refuse dismissal
Never leaving my mind despite the persistent trying
Leaning back in that rusty chair where I have sat before, that one night of endless crying

Feet propped up, giving up, coughing up
All those regurgitating thoughts while staring up
At the unfulfilling mass of blackness while stars light up
Damn, not again. I bitterly grin. Failing as always. Here we go- I’m going all in.

Into that part of my mind that I loathe, dealing with things I’d rather put to repose
Gently, No, No, carelessly, the Turkish cigarette rests
(Consciously 4 months saved for this moment in time- this location, nevertheless)
For I knew I’d catch myself in a moment of detest with hope in finding rhyme in process

It lies, between my shaking fingers, now readily quitting the protest
Of dealing with dealings and feelings and endlessness and endless hopelessness
Of bitter cringing and mock grinning and senselessness and endless powerlessness
Such an unbearable state, it finds itself in constant regress, but also finding comfort in its laxness, this Turkish cigarette.

As I stressed every lyric building a temple of eternal anxiety in my head
A very furnished, creaking floor home that has been burnt and broken and now lies dead
A house no more, yet its weight upon my shoulders and unnecessary battles in my head
Enough. Quit failing. But, that’s just one Turkish cigarette.

On the back porch an overwhelming amount of obscurity bathes over me as I-
I again sigh each word with such honesty and familiarity that it brings this absurdity
To utter such language as foreign as the back of my hand
I inhale. I breathe out. I am done. The smoke began to expand.

The gray mass rises circling into the night- directionless, yes- lacking fight
Of who knows best, but that’s not what caught my eye as I focused intently I-
Well, still randomly glancing back at the sliver of grey dancing into the night
But now fixated on some mysterious concept of this light

Pinpointing a single star I started to question
When mysterious leaves and familiarity becomes more of a blessing
I looked past the cloudiness to visualize that light
What mystery! What beauty! What unexplainable existence in sight!

I envisioned exercising with what leftover energy I might have left in my soul
To employ and to draw near that mass of fire giving off such unique glow
I envisioned that star racing closer to me, brighter and brighter, encroaching on me
Into my space, my reality, where what I once presumed, now is a lie and I- I can only…

That wonders such as those need to exist where they are meant
For all to witness and to fully benefit
From the questions and the beauty and the entire concept
Of the great significance of an unexplainable magnificence

Finally, as I genuinely inhale the final drop of my Turkish cigarette
Until next time, then, until next time I am fully inept

REFLECTIVE MUSIC: Aqua e vinho by Egberto Gismonti

4.  from I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC by Walt Whitman

I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul?
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.
REFLECTIVE MUSIC: String Quartet No. 3, Op. 67 (1st movement) by Johannes Brahms

5. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by Percy Blysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

REFLECTIVE MUSIC: Love's Philosophy by Roger Quilter

No comments:

Post a Comment