December 27, 2010 @ 9:01 pm by sean
Poetry has always confounded me. I mostly get song lyrics, but that’s only because pop music is populist. But never could I write lyrics. I did once, and they were dumb – something about Hanz and Franz would pump you up with the fruit of the Spirit. I liked ska music at the time. The more pithy lyrics I come across lately, the more simple it seems. Yet, I just can’t think that way. I posted those lyrics of Andy’s a minute ago. And I got the lyrics from a Weakerthans song in my head today from Left & Leaving: my city is still breathing but barely it’s true, through buildings gone missing like teeth. the sidewalks are watching me think about you, sparkled with broken glass.
John K. Samson is well versed in verse.
That sidewalks lyric stuck. And I was determined to copy it, and I came up with Only the gauges wave to me as I drive home. Because, you know, the bar on the gauges goes back and forth while one drives, like someone waving, and I was driving home to where I live with people, but not people who welcome me home (besides Luke being out of town, I never formed a lasting bond). That’s the cleverest I’ve been in a while. A few weeks ago I tried something similar while reading Deuteronomy 8 (a fantastic chapter of God’s interaction with His people. I read it over and over and over) and thought, I left Egypt some time ago, but I’m still far from crossing the Jordan.
And the last two days I don’t want to stop listening to this Sage Francis song, The Best of Times. Even if it is fairly straightforward, it’s a genre that makes exemplary use of figures of speech.
(here’s Left & Leaving, if you don’t know it. I could listen to it for hours. not sure what the wolves are about, but no official video so this’ll do.)