Poetry: "Never Titled" or "The Sugar Cube"

This was written over the course of a few hours during which I posed for a photo shoot as an 1800's Absinth endorsing writer and muser. I hammered away on a 1894 Underwood typewriter, which turned out to have a rather steep learning curve when the typist is accustomed to 'delete' buttons and 'edit undo' functions. Never the less, I powered through and managed to hunt and peck out the following stanzas. Now, it must be said, being a lover of authenticity, and a enthusiast of all things spirited, I did, whilst in the middle of the photo shoot, enjoy a glass or more of the traditional one part spirit, two parts water with a burnt sugar cube rendering a cloudy yet potent transport for the green fairy; Absinthe. When I came to the next day this is what I found on the tea stained paper which was wretched out of the cold dead hands of the Underwood at the end of the shoot. (unaltered)

"Never Titled" or "The Sugar Cube"

There goes all my money like dust in the wind,

Up in the air.

Left shoulder down, right shoulder up,

It's just not fair.

A man summons a cab, a singer summons a note,

A skier the snow, the sea captain his boat.

A date summons his train and a child his toy,

A soldier the action and a priest ever joy.

Deserts summon rain as it's crosser his water,

The farmer his crop, the mother her daughter.

The dog companionship, the debater the contrary,

But Alas! The writer, above all, The Green Fairy.

That was a poem you may like it or not,

If you don't, then well join the lot.

Nay, I have never claimed nor have stated,

With a large fan base my thoughts are related.

High numbers aren't the best offer,

Don't believe me? Go ask the golfer.

Tis better to have a devoted few,

Than it is to watch fandom undue.

Ay! For peoples admiration is so soon,

Harkened back to face it's doom.

written under the influence of 'La Fee Verte' by,

jeffc

Poetry That Wouldn't Pass a Breathalyzer: "From The Mekong and On"

"From The Mekong and On"

NOTE* Written over the course of a three month journey through Southeast Asia in the late summer of 2009, primarily while sailing on the slow churning muddy waters of the Mekong Delta.

We are driftwood floating in a never stopping,

inconsiderate river of water translucent

with time and mud.

The water is old, the water is new and no matter

how much we kick and push we remain debris

in a subtle flood.

We float to the surface and we dip down below,

the tide rises, we kick, we push, the river swells

with tears and fears and blood.

The flora, the fauna it all seems plain as I search

around in vain. There I realize, floating in the mud,

she is the flower, pedal, stem and bud.

We swam rivers of time and chased tomorrow

down the current. We built rafts out of promises

and it's sails our of fear.

We laughed sorrow and cried joy and with every

sob the river grew as if we carried a storm in

every tear.

Our world grew and shrunk at the same time,

we lived in mansions of glory and shacks of wine,

year after year after year.

Our love crawled like wild flowers on the wild

sandy plains. Our knowledge the food that fed

those flowers far and near.

Our relationship was a work of art. The world

was our infinite canvas and our love was the

paint.

We got lost in each other and found our way.

Together we walked the path of reward and

not of complaint.

We raced forward and swore we'd never look

back. We ran towards a golden tomorrow, with

every stride our past grew faint.

It was perfect. We were a silent scream.

A freshwater lake of freedom.

A rebellious saint.

written under the influence by

jeffc

Two Things I Care Deeply About: Africa and Ricky Gervais.

On a less serious note. It was a few months ago when I came across a trouvaille of sorts; I began watching Ricky Gervais stand-up, then I got a hold of both seasons of BBC's "Extras". After that I made it my goal to watch both seasons of the infamous "Office"(UK) as well.  With a recent hollywood role in "Ghost Town", Ricky has solidified himself as a real ocean-crossing superstar. (but I saw him first)

In the following videos, he showcases not only comedic brilliance but his tendency to not take himself to seriously, which is a trait I wholly admire in starts of his caliber.  As I ramp up to shoot an african-aid music video in sub-sahara Africa myself, I have taken a certain interest in other uncommon attempts at world issue.  There are plenty of people that 'take a piss' out of those who try to do their part to help less privileged and/or at risk nations. Of course, the only real solution to Africa's issues is not foreign aid; medicine, schools or toys, but, actually, wealth building via entrepreneurship and infrastructure training.  But, at risk of sounding cliche, every little bit helps.

You'll also catch a few cameos from a couple more 'other-side-of-the-roaders' putting in thier two pence.

writing under the influence,

jeffc