It is a skill taught so young that those who learn
Forget it was ever a lesson
***
J’ai été aimée une fois
Pas par la femme qui m’a porté
Ni par celle qui m’élevé
Pas par l’homme qui m’atenue
Ni par lui qui me sait pas si j’existe
J’ai été aimée par les fantômes
Déesses et dieux
Les araignées et les oiseaux
Des arbres et des fleures
J’ai été aimée une fois par un rêve
Et une fois par une chanson
Même si j’ai appris a aimer les personnes
Je ne savais pas
Je ne sais peut-être tourjours pas
Comment être aimée
C’est une competence à prendue quand on est si jeune que ceux qui l’apprendre
Oblient que c’etait une fois une leçon
***
Excited to be working with a translator for this introduction, and the section introductions to my poetry book Freshly Brewed, a coffee table poetry book about objectification, trauma recovery, learning to relate to other people, relationships, and coffee. Point of view is often from the coffee.
Thank you for all of your comments, shares, follows, likes, and most of all for sharing your words, photos, stories, poems, songs, music with me and the world.
May your days be merry and bright!
Cheers to another year of finding peace in the chaos, joy even in the midst of sorrow, and true connection in this world.
Previews of the tracks for the upcoming album Mixtures Poetica album are now posted on SoundCloud with more to come in the following weeks.
Mixtures Poetica is the follow up album to the previously released EP Poetic Mixtures which was an exploration of audio techniques combining poetic elements with soundscapes for mood and setting, and can be found on many platforms.
One of the things I love about Puddle of Words (written first on this very blog here) is that it really captures the essence for me of how books can pull you right into them, and the invitation to read together. Those favorite books are the ones we want our people to read and share in the story, the experience, the characters!
With Eternal Constellation, I really struggled to capture the feel and texture and delivery that I wanted for it. I woke up one morning with the idea for a stronger speaking element, and the resulting track has an irony about it that emphasizes how a step towards self-centeredness (being true to self and one’s intuition) combats people pleasing conformity, but there has to be balance so that becoming self-centered (in the selfish sense) is avoided.
I had a lot of fun making these, and enjoy listening to them. I hope you enjoy them too!
I had this framed, and gave it to my college roommate, who I’m staying with for a while, and it’s hanging on a wall in her kitchen! (At least until I move into my new place :P)
“‘It Don’t Matter To Me’ was originally written as a poem, yet the music behind it stayed lodged in my head for years. I believe the words in this song were the first song lyrics I put to music. However, composing the piano accompaniment didn’t happen until recently when we recorded for the album “Patchwork Blue”. Oddly, when I retrieved this poem from an old notebook, I found other poems that also spoke song and will use these poems to create new songs.
The theme, obviously love won/lost, is universal and would appeal to that mindset. It is a song tribute to how we lose love, then find it, then lose it again, and find it again…a love song, a blues song, a heart breaker, a plea breaker. We can deny it doesn’t matter one way or another, but it does.”