Today’s song is from Dave Hause. I just thought the song by him Resolutions would be appropriate for today. There’s a section in the lyricsthat reads: “The winter’s long I know your heart’s beating in fear. So turn this record on and open up your ears. Summer’s coming baby, this could be our year” I don’t know if anyone else agrees with me. But that’s inspirational to me. I don’t know if it works for everyone. When life gets that fear pumping through your veins you can remind yourself that you can do better and we could open up our ears and make the year ours. Not giving into the fear.
I have music for Monday. Tell me if you like It.
Today’s music Monday song is another song by Smoking Popes. Maybe one of the greatest bands ever. Their song below is “Little Lump of Coal.” It’s lyrics are about United States pulling out of the Paris Climate Accord. “We have sold our soul for a little lump of coal. Just to keep ourselves warm through the night.”
I don’t know how many readers will enjoy this song. But it’s an ear worm for me and it’s about some strange times we’re having my dear grand ole USA.
I was pacing around The Valley again
when I saw a hospital worker approach
a patient who was talking to himself.
They started talking as I eavesdropped.
She asked who he was talking to.
He explained he was reliving times
spent with his friends who weren’t there.
As if he was trying to summon them back.
She excitedly asked if regularly spoke
to ghosts and spirits of dead relatives.
That did not seem exciting or appropriate
for a mental health worker to ask a patient.
She said she was always interested
that there might be spirits lurking.
Lost souls walking the halls,
and visiting with patients.
But, maybe the dead were here
before the hospital was built,
and the living are the trespassers.
This is the Valley, afterall. The shadow
of death. Perhaps, we are the spirits
or the ghosts, wandering the corridors,
hoping to get well and desperate to get out.
Haunted Hospital is the poem printed above. It has been published in Sage Cigarettes’ Samhain/Halloween edition. Click there to find the pdf version. There is some good stuff in there. Anyway, thanks for reading.
Sometimes you just can’t wait. Anyway, I’ll post more updates soon. I have some news to share with y’all soon.
Hello. Welcome to life update. It’s because I now have to manually update my life. It’s been like this ever since I got a smart phone.
It’s been some time (which is technically always true of anything) since Dad J Bauman and Son Of Dad J Bauman have finished our chapbook. And we are kind of showing it off to different publishers. So far, no takers. But I do believe that the poetry foundation wanted to publish it awhile back (this belief is unfounded and not based in reality). Okay, that’s not true. They do publish a wild assortment of stuff though, so you never know.
Kidding aside, I haven’t let this go to my head. In fact we are already working on a sequel that is kind of a sequel and kind of a companion project. It’s a very similar idea but I think it will deal with more the emotional side of things whereas the one that is already finished is more narrative in style. I don’t usually like to talk about my writing before it’s finished but I just want anyone reading this to know that even though I haven’t blogged in awhile, I have been doing tons of writing. And I just wanted to reflect on it for a moment.
On a completely different note, Dad and I and my brothers are going to a concert on Saturday. The plan is to see Frank Turner in Wilkes-Barre at the Kirby Center on the 12th. He really seems like a good dude. So I think it will be fun. Dad has been a fan for some time. And while Jon thinks it’s funny that Dad is taking us to a punk rock concert, I’m sure we’ll all be happy. So, anyway, allow me to post a Frank Turner song from his latest album that I love and actually it fits in with the poetry part of this post. Thanks for reading.
Dad and I have been working on a joint chapbook for a couple of years. It’s finally done. It hasn’t been published yet. But it will be published soon. I don’t want to give too many details right now. Even about the title. Hint: It has something to do with hospitals and something to do with poems. Actually that’s a little bit misleading. 2016 was the first time I had a poem published. Then again in word fountain again in 2017. I have gotten accepted to other books since then, but I’ve learned to be cautious. Anyway, our book is about my experiences in a mental hospital and others kinds of hospitals and my dad and I trying to cope with them. God. That was a big run on sentence.
I don’t blog regularly enough anymore. But expect more of that soon. It is going to keep me busy.
Anyway, I have a special song for you today. This song is really nice. And it’s a nice thing to hear. Because in the country I’m in, some things have happened. And it’s freaky because there’s a tension. There’s a tense feeling in everyone. And it won’t go away. And the reason I say that it won’t is because it started out with plain old cynicism. Unless we work at making the word a better place for us, we’re left with just cynicism. And I hope this song makes you feel less cynical for a few minutes. Thank you for checking it out.
In memory of Mary Oliver, I have posted these readings of Mary’s poems that I did this past year.