A Saturday Song

There hasn’t been a Tuesday Tune on my blog for awhile. Or any tunes. But I’d like to post this one that makes me feel slightly better. Hence the phrase feel good song. I relate psychologically to the issues discussed in the song and have come back to it tonight. And since I came back to it you should come to it too. Baby don’t be cruel. . . to yourself

The Monkey Prodigy

Yes, it’s not a Tuesday Tune and as of the time I’m writing this it is not Saturday yet. But I figured I’d post something anyway. I usually try to post feel good songs on the blog. So let me know how you feel. Hopefully it’s good.

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Where the Pickle Confuses, Celebrating Shel Silverstein

David J. Bauman

From my collection. From my collection.

I have been rearranging the living room, and in the process of organizing the shelves discovered that I seem to be missing a few books by birthday boy, Shel Silverstein. Hopefully, they are at my boys’ house.  You may not be aware that Lafcadio, the Lion Who Shot Back, was his first children’s story, published in 1963. It was a gift to me after my coming out, from a dear and intimate friend, a reminder that others, on all sides of the sexuality spectrum, would try to shape me into what they saw me as, an identity created by them to match their own stories. I think he wanted me to be aware of the danger, and to encourage me to continue to be brave, to write my own character, my own story, my own life.

Despite the enormous influence he’s had in our family’s reading…

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Friday Love Poem

Happy birthday Shel Silverstein.

The Monkey Prodigy

My father does these on Thursdays, but I want to do it Friday at eleven o’clock at night. This poem is technically a love poem. It is a poem about love. In fact it’s right there in the title.

I plan on doing a few more recordings of other peoples’ poetry, and maybe of mine.I am working on a few different projects right now. I might even be published again in a literary journal which I will not name. Anyway, have a nice day.

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Dear Readers

“Faith” is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

Hello dear readers, I just want to write an old fashioned blog piece that may bore you to tears, but it helps me. So, a few days ago I recorded 8 poems. I was going to post 5 of them at once here on the blog. However, a few silly mistakes happened. By that i mean more than the blooper of the poem above. And maybe not all of them my fault. I read from a source that was probably not the original version. Poems were worded differently and without Emily’s intended punctuation (including the dashes).Another embarrassing mistake I made was that I thought I was reading a four line poem. But actually I was reading the last stanza of a poem titled It Might Be Lonelier by Emily Dickinson.

So, I may redo some of that. The good news is I did 3 other recordings. One of them was a reading of John Ashbery’s Just Walking Around. But I made two other recordings. One of them a poem by Billy Collins and the other a poem by Tony Hoagland. I will post those two soon. I don’t know if anybody besides me is reading this but if you are thank you and have a good one. 

 

 

Just Walking Around by John Ashbery

Below is John Ashbery reading his poem “Just Walking Around” back in June of 2014. At the bottom of this post is my reading of the same poem.

I’ve heard it said on a certain podcast, that if you flirt for awhile with an Ashbery poem it’ll move in with you. Many of them never asked me out on a second date. But nevertheless here is my reading of  “Just Walking Around” by the late great John Ashbery. May he rest in peace.

 

 

 

 

 

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