Diagnosis
for David Lehman
I woke up this morning feeling
incredibly Gorky. So I made an appointment
to see my Doctorow. He said my Hemingways
looked a little swollen and sent me to
get an M.R. James and a complete Shakespeare.
By that time, I began feeling a slight Trilling
in my Dickinsons and some minor Kipling
in my left Auden. The entire experience
was extremely Dickey.
I was referred to an H.D., who asked
about my cummings. She detected traces
of Plath in my Sextons and suggested
I might also have some Updike
trapped in my Yeatsian system.
She recommended that to keep Orwell
and prevent inflammation to my Balzac,
I elevate my Flaubert once a day.
[from The Drift of Things, The Figures Press, 2001]
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Mission Statement
When I die I promise to haunt
all my surviving enemies,
may they be few if any at that point,
because I hope to outlive them all.
But if any of them are left
I'll keep them awake at night with weird noises.
I'll whisper words in their ears while they sleep
to encourage feelings of low self-esteem when they awake.
Actually, I'll never let them sleep.
I'll kick them out of bed
just as they're falling
into deep slumber.
Or maybe I'll just let them be.
Enemies are such a responsibility,
and eat up so much time.
Perhaps I'll just travel,
which I didn't really enjoy
much while alive. I'll travel,
eat fish, listen to rap music
and bluegrass, read a lot
of trade association magazines,
have numerous root canals,
and settle down somewhere in Ohio.
[from The Drift of Things, The Figures Press, 2001]
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Sleep Waltz
for MCW
Get old enough so you won't have much to fear.
By then, the music plays inside your head
and everything beautiful must be learned by ear.
In the bathroom mirror I behold my wear and tear.
In our bedroom I try to levitate in bed.
Get old enough so you won't have much to fear.
Meanwhile, my son at six wants to keep me near
and we sing together every night head to head.
So everything beautiful must be learned by ear.
His father's tunes, though, will one day disappear
beyond today's routines and daily bread.
But get old enough so you won't have much to fear.
Remembering my mother was my first career
and the songs surrounding her on which I fed,
knowing everything beautiful must be learned by ear.
We may waltz in the kitchen now, my dear,
or dance out of time in our sleep instead.
Get old enough so you have nothing left to fear.
Everything beautiful must be learned by ear.
[from The Drift of Things, The Figures Press, 2001]
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Social Security
No one is safe. The streets are unsafe.
even in the safety zones, it's not safe.
Even safe sex is not safe.
Even things you lock in a safe
are not safe. Never deposit anything
in a safety deposit box, because it
won't be safe there. Nobody is safe
at home during baseball games anymore.
At night I go around in the dark
locking everything, returning
a few minutes later
to make sure I locked
everything. It's not safe here.
It's not safe and they know it.
People get hurt using safety pins.
It was not always this way.
Long ago, everyone felt safe. Aristotle
never felt danger. Herodotus felt danger
only when Xerxes was around. Young women
were afraid of wingéd dragons, but felt
relaxed otherwise. Timotheus, however,
was terrified of storms until he played
one on the flute. After that, everyone
was more afraid of him than of the violent
west wind, which was fine with Timotheus.
Euclid, full of music himself, believed only
that there was safety in numbers.
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Rock & Roll Feeling
Written by james young, john curulewski
Lead vocals by james young
Well i've got this crazy feeling
It's a sickness in my soul
Well i can't play no 9 to 5 games
Hangin' loose is all i know
I get a buzz when i think about ya
Riding high's where i belong
Gonna get my things together
So if you want come on along
It's a good feeling
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling
It's a rock and roll feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
Well you know that i am coming
And i'm already on my way
So baby don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
You know it seems like a month away
Well we got here just this morning
And we're goin' at the light of dawn
Well we've only got a short time
So mama won't you keep things going strong
It's a good feeling
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling
It's a rock and roll feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[guitar solo]
It's a good feeling (good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling (good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling (good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling (good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling (it's a good good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling....
song performed by by Styx
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Non-Possession is One-Tenth of the Law
Do not travel over vast distances.
Stay home and contemplate your neighbor,
the old woman who roams up and down the street.
She can never remember who you are
or who she is, for that matter.
This way, you will protect
your precarious sense of self.
Ruin your appetite before dinner.
This will ensure that you'll never feel hunger.
Play the same tune over and over,
driving everyone else crazy.
This protects you from unpredictability.
Find large articles of clothing
and wrap them around the trees,
so you will be as one with nature.
Fill your shoes with rocks
to ensure a suitable measure of gravitas.
Hide precious items from yourself,
then forget where you have hidden them.
This will promote non-attachment to things.
Make yourself dizzy by spinning around
so that the world will seem more steady.
Put all of your chairs in one room.
Sleep standing up. Move the refrigerator
into the bedroom and at night read
by its light. Rub with things,
not against them. Use pain to distract
a sore spirit. You will then be dreamier,
full of strength, able to bark at stars.
[from The Drift of Things, The Figures Press, 2001]
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Rock Roll Feeling
Written by james young, john curulewski
Lead vocals by james young
Well Ive got this crazy feeling
Its a sickness in my soul
Well I cant play no 9 to 5 games
Hangin loose is all I know
I get a buzz when I think about ya
Riding highs where I belong
Gonna get my things together
So if you want come on along
Its a good feeling
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling
Its a rock and roll feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
Well you know that I am coming
And Im already on my way
So baby dont you worry bout tomorrow
You know it seems like a month away
Well we got here just this morning
And were goin at the light of dawn
Well weve only got a short time
So mama wont you keep things going strong
Its a good feeling
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling
Its a rock and roll feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[guitar solo]
Its a good feeling (good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling (good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling (good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling (good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling (its a good good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling....
song performed by by Styx
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Quarterly Review (Revised)
Did not sing in key, made so many mistakes, changed
the wrong things, did not find musical tonality required,
missed references, inserted others that should have
been left out
In spite of a new system inhibitor to prevent too much
adrenaline in my central nervous system, I still lost the
plot, can't continue translating, feeling bad with a
headache, my mind confused
I want so much to be an asset to our team but my dream
is in abeyance - ‘Wanting is a good thing' my guru says,
but it did not help me to do my work well and present a
neatly finished assessment document
The worst is the feeling of being a criminal
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Tryin' To Get The Feelin'
Doctor, my woman is comin' back home late today
Could ya' maybe give me something?
'cause the feelin' is gone and I must get it back right away
Before she sees that I've been
Up, down, tryin' to get the feeling again
All around.... tryin' to get the feeling again
The one that made me shiver, made my knees start to quiver
Every time she walked in
And I've looked high, low, everywhere I possibly can
But there's no tryin' to get the feeling again
It seemed to disappear as fast as it came
Where did it run to?
I thought I'd done all that I could
Just to keep the lovelight burnin'
But whatever I've done I guess I just haven't done it too good
'cause all that's left is yearnin'
Cause I been up, down, tryin' to get the feeling again
All around....tryin' to get the feeling again
The one that made me shiver, made my knees start to quiver
Every time she walked in
And I've looked high, and low and everywhere I possibly can
But there's no tryin' to get the feeling again
It seemed to disappear as fast as it came
And I've been lookin', I've been lookin', I've been lookin'
I've been up, and down and tryin' to get the feelin'
I've been up ..I've been down...I've been tryin' to get
I've been tryin'..I've been tryin'..I've been tryin'
To get the feeling
I've been tryin' to get the feeling again
I want to get that feeling
I'm going to get that feeling
I got to get that feeling
I got to get that feeling
And again...and again...and again...and again
Tryin' to get that feeling
I been tryin' to get the feeling again
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Out Of Control
Monday morning, its so boring.
I say how long, you say how long.
It was one dull morning,
Woke the world with falling.
I was so sad, so sad.
It was so sad.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
Boys and girls go to school and learn.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
Out of control.
Out of control.
I have full faith, that it was burning.
And it go, say death.
Its a charmer, I say a charmer.
And one day Ill die.
And the choice will not be mine.
Will it be too late?
You cant fight it.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
song performed by by U2
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My Canadian Chronicles 26
We went to Edmonton
to see the largest Mall in North America.
Sue was meeting with an old neighbour
that she had not seen in years.
We walked around the mall
until it was time for them to meet.
Finally, they met
and this is where the strange began.
I was introduced to her friend
and I had the feeling that we had met before,
but that was impossible.
Yet even her daughter looked familiar
of which made no sense,
as I had never been to Edmonton or Calgary before.
Strange is the only word that I can put down
for our brief meeting and the feeling that I had.
16 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Prisoner
Woke up this morning
feeling my life had changed.
I felt like a prisoner
with invisible bars surrounding me.
There seemed no way to escape
the torment that I feel.
My life seems to be forced
by some unwanted guiding hand.
Every move I make
is scrutinised very carefully,
no freedom of choice can be made.
My life never seems to be my own.
A shadow of despair
hangs over me like a angry cloud,
it follows me wherever I go,
complains if I do things
that are not what they would do.
It’s like being a prisoner
with a warder constantly at your side.
You cannot even breathe
without them being there.
Life has become stifled and stolen,
and there is little you can do.
You wish you could go back,
change a few things if you could,
but you cannot and so you go on.
Feeling like a prisoner
with invisible bar surrounding you.
22September 2008
poem by David Harris
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(Keep Feeling) Fascination (Improvisation)
Keep, keep, keep, keep, K, K, K, K
Keep - Keep - Keep - Keep Feeling
Keep Feeling - Keep Feeling - K - K - K - K
If it seems a little time is needed
Decisions to be made
The good advice of friends unheeded
The best of plans mislaid
Just looking for a new direction
In an old familiar way
The forming of a new connection
To study or to play
Keep Feeling
Keep Feeling
K - K
Keep Feeling
If it seems a little time.........(Record Stops)
song performed by by Human League
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Fascination - Improvisation
Keep, keep, keep, keep, k, k, k, k
Keep - keep - keep - keep feeling
Keep feeling - keep feeling - k - k - k - k
If it seems a little time is needed
Decisions to be made
The good advice of friends unheeded
The best of plans mislaid
Just looking for a new direction
In an old familiar way
The forming of a new connection
To study or to play
Keep feeling
Keep feeling
K - k
Keep feeling
If it seems a little time.........(record stops)
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That man has missed something who has never left a brothel at sunrise feeling like throwing himself into the river out of pure disgust.
Gustave Flaubert in Best Things Anybody Ever Said
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The Rising Sun
Do you just drift away
shattered with a empty emotion
from feeling's of the past
promise's that wouldn't stay
now they are all gone
you got no place left to go
So you take a ride
away from the rising sun
leaving everything behind
searching for things out there
that you couldn't find
did the good time's last
out there on the run
Lost inside the mirror of illusion
of everything forgotten and abused
was it a safe place for you to hide
away from the pain and confusion
beaten down and used
did it ever escape your mind
She just stared out the window
and said I've said again and again
time after time
no, the pain never escaped my mind
as fast as I could drive
as far as I could hide
I looked beside me
and confusion was riding by my side
So I turned around
my back to the calling moon
and I drove back toward the sun
but here in the dark I wasn't sure
where everything had gone
and as easy as I drifted away
in the winds of yesterday
against the wind
it was harder that way
But I fought on to travel the miles
back to where we once stood
feeling crazy that I was hoping
you would still be standing at the crossroads
where that canyon between where things
changed to not so good
as I crested that mountain
of going back
I feared that I have lost the way
nothing looked the same
And then spreading across the horizon
melting over the Eastern sky
the sun began to rise
and there you were
no confusion, no illusion
there you were
this time with the rising sun
Spiritwind/Violet Blue-2010
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Strange Kind Of Love
I once thought I had the love of God in my heart;
a feeling of oneness in which everyone is a part.
But as time went by and the days passed
that feeling of oneness did not really last.
I would search inside my heart to try and find
the love of God I thought had been left behind.
But as I looked eagerly there like a bloodhound
what I seemed to come across was less profound.
Then in the darkness of my mind I began to see a light;
It was coming and going, unsteady, to my inner sight.
The longer that I looked at it in wonder each day,
it seemed to speak to me without any words to say.
I would often marvel in awe how this could be
a spark of faith and hope from deep inside me.
So each day I would praise God in my heart with love
dedicating all action, words and thought to Him above.
The Love of God returned it seemed in some way
as a feeling of oneness swelled in my heart to play.
Life seemed sweet, almost as if too good to be true
and many things that were old appeared to be new.
I began also to know things which before went over my head
and to fathom the mysteries of what in books had been read.
It was in daily life experiences though that the truth shined through
as my mind was refined to witness what the Others taught and knew.
I would grasp and revel in subtle things which were lofty and divine
and then go about each day as if I was drunk on some kind of wine.
Everything all around seemed to be holy and possessed a hidden light,
encompassing all creatures and objects, that was revealed to my sight.
poem by George Krokos
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Mysteries
All last night I kept speaking in this
archaic language, because I had been reading
Poe and thinking about him. I read 'The Murders
in the Rue Morgue' which is supposedly the first
detective story. Who dun it? I wondered.
It turns out an orangutan was the murderer.
It looks to me like the detective story genre got off
to a pretty ridiculous start. I used to visit
Poe's house in the Bronx. I used to think,
God, Poe must have been a midget. Everything
is so small. Poe died in Baltimore and I can see why.
In Baltimore, all the people are very big and sincere.
During dinner last night, I told Doug and Susan
about 'Murders in the Rue Morgue.' I said I hadn't
finished it yet, but it looked like the murderer
was going to turn out to be an orangutan, unless
the plot took a surprising new twist. Then Doug
suggested that he and I collaborate
on a series of detective stories in which
the murderer is always an orangutan.
[from The Great Indoors, Story Line Press, 1995]
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The Big Light
Well I had a little feeling to have a big night
And woke up feeling small and not so brave and not quite right
I had to face the who am I and where is she and what did I do
But worst of all I had to face the big light
The big light came through my window and it opened up my eyelids
And it snapped them up like roller blinds and told me things that I did
I cant face another day and night of good ideas and complications
And Im thankful that I didnt open another bottle of inspiration
When the hangover this morning had a personality
And I cast my shattered mind over selected memories
I didnt even touch the light switch so I knew Id never see
The haggard face that would be staring back at me
Well I had a little feeling to have a big time
And I woke up to alarm bells like a big church chime
I had to face the who am I and who is she and what did I do
But worst of all I had to face the big light
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Feeling
Deep in my heart
I have this feeling...
Feeling to be good
Feeling to be kind
Feeling to be open
Noble, gentle, and humble...
Feeling to be helpful
Feeling to be truthful
Feeling to be respectful
Faithful, cheerful, and thoughtful...
Feeling to be friendly
Feeling to be sincere
Feeling to be polite
Considerate, obedient, and honest...
And a feeling to make
The world a happy nest.
Search your heart
And tap that feeling
The feeling of serenity
The feeling of tranquillity
The feeling of grace
The feeling of peace
The feeling of love
The feeling of life
The feeling that leads you
To the realm of light.
Nurture this feeling
Think and let it grow...
The feeling will rid
The world of its sorrow
And this feeling will bring
An all new tomorrow.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Lovin' Her Was Easier (Than Anything I'll Ever Do Again)
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the sky
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies
Turning on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as i lay dying
Healing as the colors in the sunshine and the shadows of her eyes
Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin
Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been
Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying
Talking of tomorrow and the money, love and time we had to spend
Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again
Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my
time
She ain't ashamed to be a woman or afraid to be a friend
I don't know the answer to the easy way she opened every door in my mind
But dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end
And Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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