The Stander: Music and Poetry
An Honors Creative Project (HONRS 499)
by
Josh Kunkel
Advisor: Dr. Lauren Onkey
Ball State University
Muncie, Indiana
April 1995
Expected date of graduation: May 1996
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"It is through the subconscious mind, which is part ofOmnipotence, that the inspiration comes. "
-Johannes Brahms
My creative project has ultimately tinned out to be a synthesis of poetry and music, a self-analysis
of the creative process, and a commentary on the spiritual, healing nature of music.
I spend most of my free time writing, playing, thinking about, and listening to music. It is a force
that I feel deeply. Rhythms, tone-colors, all of it-it all adds up to something big, but like the Zen master
says, one can only point at it When you name something, it ceases to be itself. I feel music is very
important. I feel equally as passionate about writing. Writing is a specific and very important part of my
music. Words communicate and create themselves on a conscious level Music tends more to the
subconscious. They communicate well alone, but together they communicate more fully, I think.
But the creative process is not so simple as that. It is subtle, complex, mysterious; it lingers at the
edges of the conscious mind and quickly disappears below the surface when one becomes cognizant of it.
Braluns, Beethoven and Mozart (not to mention adepts in other fields) all felt that their ideas were divinely
inspired. Although I am hesitant to compare or associate myself with some of the greatest artists ofall time,
I am divinely inspired, too. It is not so pretentious as the words would have it sound. Music for me is a
simple, special relationship between a man, his maker, and the music itself.
What I have done is arrange each song with a verse introduction, echoing poetically what the song
might suggest musically. Following each song is a handwritten commentary. The commentaries consist of
notes about the creative process, the composition of the song itsel.( the lyrics and other things I felt
appropriate to facilitate understanding. The last song, "Soundstory: Ani-Kituhwa", has a typewritten
commentary, and is also recorded on a cassette tape. The second section consists just of poems, free from
the weight of analysis. I hope they will stand on their own. I also performed these songs at a show I set up
specifically for the project. The promotional materials are included. Special thanks to the Mf Cup, and to
Dr. Lauren Onkey for her guidance.
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The Stander
Introduction: A man in a white tunic
dances through despair,
to a blue-metallic-celtic guitar.
He jigs effortlessly through the jihad,
mindfully,
naturally.
He is standing stone-still.
I kick up ashes like a demon
I see the writing on the ceiling
It says now is not the time for reason
release yourself and let your spirit fly
high!
I see souls burning on my way up
But I can't lend a helping hand
I am a moonbeam
A star across the skies
Sometimes you've got to stand
for something
It's a song that you've heard long ago
I will take you back
You were that song
that strained across the night
Have you forgotten-
Have you forgotten?
And I see the birds upon the wing
An old oak that won't sway in the stonn
And the season is getting longer
And my body is getting colder
I stand for freedom
I stand alone
In a magic circle,
forever.
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twelve-string magic carpet guitar
floating low over hills
gently rolling, gently rolling
rocking
a shot up through the clouds imperceptibly fast
a woman frowns, then laughs at the picture she makes
a mind wanders through the clouds in Paradise
the clouds of Paradise are very near, pink and fragrant
they smell clean like babies
feel like peace of mind
it is the incense of heaven
A man walks alone across a hard, grassy plain
to lie WIder the tree of sadness
Verse I. Sometimes
Sometimes,
when night is black and heavy in your eyes, baby
and no trace of heaven will languish in the skies for you
just believe in me
I can set you free
Verse II. I Have Been Born
I have been born
for thousands of years
Time is not to me
the name of the poet, the name of the poetthe truth shall set you free
Verse ill. Behind The Indomitable Veil
Behind the indomitable veil,
I have watched what you will be
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flower petals, gentle ripples on a clear cloudless pond
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Introduction:
71,e singer s;ngs h;gh, solitary,
strums his lute as his heart, sings as h;s soul
Night-jasmine flushes pink and purple at his sorrow
Recoils, redoubles e/lorts, '8 repulsed at ignorance mutable law
71,e trees bloom canary and chandelier this autumn,
orange-and green oriflammes.
71,ey shimmer /rom a shower tears
Lady oj 11ze clouds
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Love shot with a million arrows
pierced the hearl of him who never loved
Love missed with a million sorrows
his airy queen cries from above
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he never hearing
a cry of love
from a soul so weary
tears glance off
his hard-hearl-armor
never knew autumn to be warmer
(The wind picks up, the rain might feel a bit like a sting)
The singer sings his song
0, high and lonesome
whispered only to the wind
carried off to the sea
drowning there, never to be cherished
Is not now was it ever to be?
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be-ee-ee, hee-hee-hee,
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but he does not know
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a queen lives not upon this globe
high as the moon
she walks on air
Lady of The Clouds
a lady fair
air-a-air-air-a-uh-air,
(The soft storm ends with the sun coming out, a blue-grey B flat major
to a yellow F
to a pink and purple G,
Flourish.
bells gently rock out a joyous sound,
bright violet and green, yellow-pink birds sing along, an avian, chittery ch()rus )
Lovely knell of parting sorrow
holder there of bright tomorrows
Lady of The Clouds
my airy sovereign
to you, humbly,
I bow.
(The singer and the lady lock hands,
hearts
They walk down the path, into the trees
The birds sing on,
invoking the song within the song,
a gentle wish, a hope, a gift)
They sing:
"song skip light
'round the sun
Dry up tears
of everyone
Love is and will always be
the answer, the door,
A window
and the key."
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Introduction:
(like you might do the hand jive or tap your fingers,
getting into a syncopated
rhythm, like you might jangle down the street, or slap your thighs. This is played on the
muted strings of a guitar, but you may do as you wish)
C hicka-chicka-chick
C hicka-chick-chick-chicka-chick
Chicka-chick-chicka-chick
C hick-chick-chick-chicka-chick
C hick-chicka-chick
Chicka-chicka-chick-chick
Up, up, up
Up, up, up,
Up, down
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C
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(chicka-chicka)
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G
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G
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(chicka-chicka)
C
A
(chicka-chicka)
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chicka-chicka-
chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-They were lovers
Yes, and they were friends
and they knew their young love would never end
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(in A minor seventh)
Did you see her sneak in the back of the hall
with flowers in her basket?
Seven heads
Ten horns
A million mouths
She strode forward to call
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(chicka-chicka)
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chicka-chicka-
chlcka-chicka-chick-Bedecked in purples and scarlet
precious stones and pearls
she lifted her cup
and she drank a toast
as she shook her coalish curls
(Am7)
She said:
1fT0 all ye devils
do I drink
and all ye angels, too.
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we'll dance to the fiddler's tune."
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C
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(chicka-chicka)
G
G
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G
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C
A
(chicka-chicka)
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chicka -chicka
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chicka-chick- "0, I cannot go,"
I said to her, as I fell down to my knees,
"Don't make me go!
o no no no!
Don't make me go
o please!"
(Am 7)
"Don't you know about fate?" she said,
"It is your destiny.
And destiny is like fate, you see, in that way,
So stop your begging to me."
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"But isn't
destiny just a thing,
like so many other things?
Can you fly if you can walk?
Can you sing if you can talk?
Can you love a man without condition?"
(Am 7)
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love your neighbor 'till your arms they bleed.
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Give up your will,
don't climb that hill,
stay back and give the world what it needsand that is love."
(Now the music is a calliope or a nursery school)
Love
La-Ia-La-la
Love
La-la-Ia-La-la
Love
La-la
(Fmajor-strong slide to G major- ascension,tension- A minor 7th-boom-explosion into:
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G
A
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C
A
(chicka-chicka)
G
G
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G
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C
A
(chicka-chicka)
G
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A
A
A
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C
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A
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A
C
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A
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I will ask you no more questions
All your mouths, they talk together
I could never understand what you said
I am going home forever
I will meet my maker later
You can be sure I won't see you there
G
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C
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Jimmy was the engineer
ofOld Number One
and Jimmy was a drunkard
That's how he had his fun
and I was travelin' trackside
kickin'rocks upon the rails
and I saw Old Number One go down
with a ticket straight to hell
(guitar, lonely, dark)
The fireboy asked Jimmy
if he thought it wise to drink
Jimmy smote the boy across the cheek
and said:
"Boy, I'll think what I '11 think.
1 follow no laws, no laws but my own,
and I'm a Christian. damn you alive.
And I'll drink
and I'll do
what I damn well please,
'cause God is on my side. "
(guitar. spare, mostly absent)
The fireboy left
to the hot, grey night
and never was heard from again
Jimmy took a draught
from his bottle
and started around the bend
[ looked at the cars
as they rumbled and shook
'neath the brown and burning sky
and on the platform I saw old Satan
Wavin'forJimmy goodbye.
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absent, absent,
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banjos ringin'
everybody singin'
down in Dixieland
there's a boJJ weevil
in the cottonjield inside my head
Verse 1. (sang with twang, now)
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that ocean is deep and wide, babe
seem an ugly shade of blue
and I hold my breath
it's sink or swim
'cause, babe I gotta find you
and I feel like Jesus Christ
and rm walkin' on water
and I love you with the love the knew about
change water into wine and wine to sand
Chorus
Well
baby baby baby blue
rm so lonesome on the dark side of the moon
and rm standin' on the sand
with a teardrop in my eye
don't let it
fall in the water
that much more for me to get by
Verse 2.
Well
baby, things ain't been the same
since you left our happy home
and all I can do
is stand on the beach
and wring my hands and moan
and I moan like a lonesome whippoorwill
while you buzz like a honeybee
and the birds and the bees mean nothin'
you're the only woman ugly enough to love me
Chorus
Well
baby baby baby blue
rm so lonesome on the dark side of the moon
and rm standin' on the sand
with a teardrop in my eye
don't let it
fall in the water
that much more for me to get by
Bridge
And my dog up and died
and the t.v. set is busted
and monday they turned off my phone
and rm tbinkin' about my baby
with some high-falootin' Pierre
kissin' him in the sunny streets of, uh....
Europe (is that a city or a country?)
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the tears roll down my cryin' face
and the ocean, she rolls on
my baby is somewhere over the sea
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an acoustic guitar
In the distance,
a sweeping spirit pedal steel guitar
ebbs and flows,
washing, cleansing
To believe
is the hardest thing
To give your soul away
To roll the dice with your life
and I know that you're scared, sometimes
But when you feel
you're all alone
Just remember
love
Love is where you came from
and love will never leave you
Just believe
in the gifts
that you were given
Just believe
in your name
And when you feel
you can't go on
and the world
is spinning all wrong
Just remember love
love
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Introduction:
a martin (acoustic) alights on the gate
for a purposeful moment
then flits off
the traveler steps to the road
the bird flies overhead,
singing reeet
reeet
the traveler looks up
Verse I.
How many roads have I rambled?
How many nights have I tried?
How many times I been wasted
tryin' to find the
thing that always seemed to hide?
the people
they seemed to me
like people in a dream
wastin' their time
payin' no mind"Life's mighty fine!"
all the point of the scheme
Chorus:
but
heaven is a place
you can hold in your hand
Come with me, child
Let's understand
Sing it with me now
Ringrtovertheland
heaven is a place
you can hold in your hand
Verse II.
Well, I ain't no prophet
but I do know
that I can see what I can see
and I still do not like it when the grey men waltz in
speaking in low tones, and killing me
But you will
get yours, brother
in the end
rm sorry you must pay
Pay back evetything
You've stolen
Corne the Judgment Day
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Chorus:
Heaven is a place
you can hold in your hand
Come with me, child
Lefs understand
Sing it with me now
Ringttovertheland
Heaven is a place
you can hold in your hand
Verse III.
So all you people
I sing this song to
I don't know
'cause I ain't been told, but
lookin' for heaven
in the sunny skies above
you're just gonna grow old
Yeah Yeah Yeah
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I have tried to retell through sound and music the experience of the Cherokee
Indians, from their origins, their first contact with whites and their removal from their lands
and new placement, to the modern period. It is a story told mostly with music instead of
words. The fact that I call it a story is significant. In the title, I use the ceremonial name for
the Ani-Tsalagi (the traditional Cherokee name for themselves), Ani-Kituhwa. Commonly,
they called themselves Ani-Tsalagi. Stories and music are associated with magic in the
Indian psyche. They have power. I consider this story to be a ceremony. I hope to invoke
some sort of magic, some power, some help, some change, with this stoty, not in a
moralistic, journalistic way, but in a real way. I am part Cherokee. My great-great
grandmother was a fu]]-blooded Tsalagi. I hope in creating this story, I am creating some
kind of reality, some sympathetic magic, and in some way bringing some hope and peace.
Words are used to frame the story. It begins with the traditional phrase, "This is
how they say it was a long time ago... " the signal for the beginning of the story, and
seems to conclude with "Ro", the signifier for the end of the story. "Ro" is repeated over
and over again in section IV, announcing the end of the traditional Cherokee way of life.
This should technically be the end of the story, but it is not. Life is an always unfinished
stoty. The ending, which features the same double-chambered flute as the beginning,
completes a cycle and expresses a hope that the traditional ways may be regained, or if that
can never be again, that a new tradition may be started.
Soundstmy: Ani-Kituhwa
The song is arranged in five parts:
I. Choluk
This part consists of the phrase "This is how they say it was... a long time ago... "
This is when the Cherokee people emerged from underground, leaving a mountainous land
full of caves. This was in another time, an ancient time, distinct from the present, when
things were not as they are now. The word Choluk comes from the Mobilian trade
language, a conupted Choctaw jargon formerly used as the mediwn of communication
among all the tribes of the gulf states, as far north as the mouth of the Ohio, and means pit
or cave (Mooney 15-16).
IT. The Gift of Bird
The flute (played by my friend, Little Crow, a Cherokee himself) represents the
traditional ways. The flute was a gift from Bird, which is why Cherokee flutes often have a
stylized bird atop them. The flute at the beginning of the section sounds slower, simpler,
with sharp trills and stops that might suggest a bird song, a bird chirping. As the section
progresses, it becomes more complex, more musical, more human. The Cherokees can
talk, they can sing now. They have everything they need to be happy.
llI. Then, The Gift of Blankets
This section represents contact. In this section, The guitar plays the part of General
Jeffery Amherst, the man who presented blankets contaminated with smallpox to the
Cherokee, or perhaps Andrew Jackson, the man who repaid Cherokee friendship and valor
at Horseshoe Bend with the Trail of Tears. The tom-toms, rattle and bells represent the
Cherokees. The guitar is just "playing along". It mimics the sound, the spirit, of Cherokee
music, but not the truth. For anyone to properly compose that, he would have had to
experience the horrors of the 1838-1839 Cherokee emigration, "The Trail Where We
Cried, " the Trail of Tears.
IV. Nunna daul Tsuny
This is the Trail of Tears. This section ends with the flute fading in, playing for a
while, then fading out again.
v. Uk'ten'
This section begins with the phrase: "This is the way they say it was... a long time
ago... " It is a new beginning.
The attributes imputed to the Uk'ten' are strikingly similar to those ascribed to the
European dragon. The Uk'ten' represents to the Cherokees something more than an
inimical aspect of nature: To some extent it symbolizes satanic deceit, confusion, and .
negation. Still, oddly enough, in defeat the power of the Uk'ten'is reversed: the scales of
the Uk'ten' provide protection and healing (Kilpatrick, 43).
Asudi, a 92 year old storyteller, on the Uk'ten':
He (the one who hUed the
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Uk'ten~
was told to hit him upon the seventh spot. On the
fourth time he drew his how, the arrow hit right upon the seventh spot. Then he (the Uk'ten') feU
over andjloundered about and tremendous thunder and lightning appeared all about, they say.
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II continued 10 thunder andflash lightning. .. He caused ilIa rain hal fire . .. the fire rained
unlil he was complelely dead. The people came from their hiding places after that. They say
that's what happened long ago.
This Uk'ten' who lived long ago could have devoured all the people. But that's Ihe way
God willed it: Ihat people should live, multiply, and love each olher. The reason thaI we are here
is that God is powerjid. No man on earth has made things Ihe way they are. It is God, who is so
powerfUl, who has made everything the way it is. .. God decides whether we are to live or not.
(Kilpatrick, 44).
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Works Cited
Kilpatrick, Jack F. and Anna G. Friends of Thunder: Folktales of the Oklahoma
Cherokees. Dallas: Southern Methodist University Press, 1964.
Mooney, James. "Cherokee mound-building". American Anthro.pologist. 2:167-71, 1900.
II.
Poems
a-waaaaaaaAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOHHIffi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
if
I send my wild ecstasy across veil of sky and blanket of water
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Sky Church, Earth Church, Love Church, Electric Guitar Church
I Stand For These
I. Invocation
The gates of The City are open
1HE GATES OF 1HE CITY ARE ALWAYS OPEN
The fisherman enters The City
crown ofthoms in his side
bow-tie drawn. ready to attack
cardboard and staples
crossing, crossing the lake of fire
he is thirsty
cross
They come to The City
The City holds up heaven
THE CITY BLOCKS OUT THE SKY
Stamping, steaming, rolling, making all day and all night
Chunk-Chook-Ahh
SSSS
Kunk-Kook-Ahh
SSSS
Stamping, steaming, rolling, making noise all day and all night
They are stamped out
They are stamped out
He accidentally staples his hand down
can't get loose
staples his feet
can't get loose
staples both shoulders
can't get loose
staples his heart
staples his spirit
can't get free
can't get free
nm run, fisherman
nm back home, get off this land
land of pain, land of cry
drown yourself before you die
drown yourself before you die
A ghost of a warrior on a holy horse
appears in the stale lunch hour light
II. Ceremony
Firebird, firebird rising new
Firebird, firebird rising new
From the ashes of the jew
THE AMERICAN JEW, THE AMERICAN JEW
From the ashes of the jew
Firebird, firebird rising new
Firebird, firebird rising new
-Josh Kunkel
north star in my car
sometimes I get enlightened in everywhere
"Hey."
"What?"
"Come here. "
Do you ever feel like a bitch in heat?
Have you ever considered divinity and twisted it backwards upon itself?
Come crashing down on a spiritual enigma too hard and smash it with intellect?
Watching your back and finding you've broken your neck in the process?
The man said, "When you analyze the truth,
you break it apart in your clumsy mortal fingers. That's facts. "
SSSSSSS SSssssssssssssssssssssss
"Did you hear that?"
"What?"
ssssssssssssssssssssssss
"That"
"Man, I never hear that. "
God told me when you drink in the dark, you drown in it
He said it is there to sample, to compare, to illuminate.
He told me this on a Sunday, when I was in bed
I heard the bells twitch at St. Vitus'S,
and I knew that it was a good death,
on a good day to die.
In my past one day,
racing with reverie across pJains of sorrow
I needed meat, not sorrow
Presently, I drink wine like a Maenad,
I am but what could be.
God has told me things. He played me a song on his God-instrument. (godtar)
Countless strings radiated out from the source of all knowledge.
He played me an untitled song. It must be that way.
He played sounds that were smells, visions
sounds that left me lingering in the timeless void of one second before orgasm,
when the only sounds are acceleration
sounds that twned from sound to light, sounds that tinkled in soft delight
sound of blood, sound of fist, sOWld of gong-
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
There were dreams tactile,
buzzes loud, hmmmms low,
rattles dIy,
drones bones moans
Then I told him a thing or two:
I said, "Hey, God What is your real name?"
I said, "Hey, God. What is your real name?"
"Hey, God. What is your real name?"
"Hey, God! What is your real name?"
I screamed "God! What is your real name?"
I screamed, "God! God! GOD! GOD! GOD!"
(shrieking now)
GOD!
GOD!!
(louder still)
GOD!!!!
(trying now to funnel the powers of the universe into my throat, not caring if my teeth
explode outward with my vocal chords, or even if I spit out my soul into hell)
"Yollr ftllllJe, YOIl bastard, YOIlr fiu:king ftllllJe!!!"
I screamed with all my power with evetything I had ever wanted to know, needed to know,
I screamed for evety lost soul like me, that bumt up in their beds at night over questions, i
screame d for rabbis, and for Jesus Christ and mouths belching acid above hungry
distended bellies devouring themselves andand I screamed for th crudsdaes and the
inquisition and tenyear old bioys who thought they might go tyo hell for jerking off and
nuns who hit students and for the holocost and for oppression for dead daddies and people
in ghettos people with no hope love betrayal the ultimate betrayal do it to him not me me
not me ugly peoplemissing people people who i don't know a word to put for them and
their unspeakable what that makes them want to die everyt daygod god god gdo dgdod
dgdondmdgdgon gon gon gonevety one evety eone eerevereonmerand show me the
fuckingtruth damn you iscremed all night allnihght iscreamed I went mad
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Next day: (take the train or leave it,)
The man at the train station told me, he said
"The sun don't always shine, but it don't always rain either."
Then he chortled up a fat laugh from his guts.
I didn't.
I put it away in my pocket.
For a rainy day, don't you know.
"Did you hear tha!?"
-Josh Kunkel
Got drunk last night
Got drunk as fuck last night
Didn't learn anything
Didn't expect to, though
I was standing to leave, looking at the kitchen carpet
All of a sudden it was an ugly and whirling
Pattern of unconsciousness. I began to spin
with the prevailing mood.
I staggered like a dance, a dervish, or a devil.
I have a cut on my lip, which is my badge
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But it is also a scar, too.
I think we all slip and fall down sometimes in the dark.
I died a little death last night, and I did not care.
I did not care to tell everyone I was alright, that my whiteness
was just on the surface. (My blackness inside, oozing from unconsciousness)
I joined the allegiance
It was my destiny
I made a dark communion last night
Sacramental beer, and a human sacrifice
Rwninations on prison
"The picture of death is always there," the man said, "you can't see it though."
"It's pitch black."
You look around
"Man, how did I get in here?"
What did I do?
Matter of fact, who are you?
Jail is rumination
constant
utter
apprehension of chaos in percieved order
"Order is chaos," says Bogo, street philosopher, pimp, musician,
"Time is nothing. You've got time enough. Time to think yourself into madness or out of it.
You can't skim the surface. You got to dive deep. Forty years I been here. I know."
"Hey, you got a smoke?"
lions
beetles
in a cage
warehouse
Don't cry
sucker
"You! In there! That's what I said!"
business
Not on my shift
scam
every minute
never been to a discoteque
never carnivals
freak show
sand
neck
tick
watch
zoo
"When you're a lifer, there's tick but no tock. It's all the same time until you die."
never been fishing,
never been to a circus
ball in court
make sure no one sticks a shank in me
I saw a motherfucker get his throat cut with the top of a tomato can cut in half
"... a motherfuckin' tomato can, man!" (cries.)
I wanted to make a difference
I ruined this life
maybe the next one
"Next!"
Fifteen years old
gun
against the wall
game deadly game
"rm not gonna be friendly. "
Uzi
Tech 9
kids
Glock
guns
low tolerance for emotional button pushing
''You think it's funny?"
My morn used to tell me
when to go to bed
Christmas
Now the warden tells me.
You're telling your mother to kiss your ass
Now the warden tells me
when to breathe
D.O.C.
Stupid is your middle name
Your mother does time, too
Looking out from behind glass
"IIi, morn."
wet phone
"You think it's a joke?"
Reflect
why not you, son?
It's not going to be a visit
bars
ak7ne chcnces
Why did you choose?
fool
wrong turn
"1 liked robberies. 1 liked the feeling of power 1 got from holding a gun to a person's head"
bar razors
think
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girls
For You: There are the knowns and the unknowns
The unknowns are simple, often. They lie
as snow piled up against the windy side of a fence post.
They lurk easily underneath your kitchen table next to ancient bubble gum.
Did you know you too are ancient? Did you know you are dust
of an ancient temple, and hair from a pope, and a compound concocted in a
labratory long after your body slips away into love?
You have been blown across the sea and back and forth countless times
You and your mother and father have flown under the sun with God
& an ozone molecule and a mite upon a tick upon an eagle's stretching wing.
Did you also know you have travelled the stars for this?
You have shot for the moon, and made the universe.
This, too, has happened countless times.
Can I take you back to an ancient song you will recognize?
You were that song and rhythm and vocal chords,
screaming across primordial night, chanting in modalities long forgotten
over here where the sun sets. Remember now.
And as the sun rises, so you rise. & the sun sets, you die.
Every day the infinite takes place. Today, in this dire hour,
when you need it most, it comes to you. I cannot name it, though.
I can only point.
Look out now, the world needs you.
Robert Johnson Said
I got womens in vicksburg
clean on into Tennessee
I got womens in vicksburg
clean on into Tennessee
But my Friars Point rider, now
hops all over me
-Traveling Riverside Blues
Dunt-dunt-dee-nuh
Dunt-dunt-duh-nuh
Dunt-dunt-dee-nuh
Dunt-dunt-duh-nuh
Right now I'm sayin' that I'm traveling Cool Creek and I am being shown a new
world
It makes me feel like humming to myself
I say:
Lord, I'm gain' to Rosedale, gon' take my
rider by my side
Lord, I'm gain' to Rosedale, gon' take my
rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse, baby, 'cause it's
on the riverside
-Josh Kunkel