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My old squid poem "Watasenia Scintillans Addresses the New Graduates" is up today at The Last Word on Nothing. Don't miss the audio, with wonderful music and sound design by Grant Balfour. You can read and listen here.
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Showing posts with label squid pro crow. Show all posts
12.10.2021
The Squid Returns
My old squid poem "Watasenia Scintillans Addresses the New Graduates" is up today at The Last Word on Nothing. Don't miss the audio, with wonderful music and sound design by Grant Balfour. You can read and listen here.
11.07.2014
New Music from Squid Pro Crow: At Sundown, When I Am Busy
Here's the latest from Squid Pro Crow.
Words by me, music by Grant.
At Sundown, When I Am Busy
Remind me:
mourning doves. Remind me always
to live where they are. Remind me:
that sound.
That sound. Remind me.
Mourning doves: that sound:
Remind me.
3.09.2013
A New Thing! Sort of!
It's not written down, exactly, but it is the latest offering from Squid Pro Crow:
Thirty
Maybe it approached gradually,
Like the three-toed sloth
In the zoo’s reptile house.
I didn’t think the mossy thing
Was real, or really coming,
Until it was nearly upon me.
Maybe it all showed up at once—
So fast I’d never have seen it,
Even if I knew where to look.
One day last summer, I blinked.
The empty feeder suddenly
Offered two hummingbirds.
Regardless of how, it happened.
I recognized her this morning
In the ladies’ room at work.
She was washing my hands.
I adjusted her tasteful earrings
And smoothed her messy braid.
words by me; music and everything else by Grant.
Thirty
Maybe it approached gradually,
Like the three-toed sloth
In the zoo’s reptile house.
I didn’t think the mossy thing
Was real, or really coming,
Until it was nearly upon me.
Maybe it all showed up at once—
So fast I’d never have seen it,
Even if I knew where to look.
One day last summer, I blinked.
The empty feeder suddenly
Offered two hummingbirds.
Regardless of how, it happened.
I recognized her this morning
In the ladies’ room at work.
She was washing my hands.
I adjusted her tasteful earrings
And smoothed her messy braid.
words by me; music and everything else by Grant.
12.20.2011
The Hits Just Keep On Comin'
More new music from Squid Pro Crow: Volvox Minuet. Words by me; wonderful, wonderful music by Grant.
Volvox Minuet
In one old studio my round instructor
is warming up her knees. Always the knees,
she said. You don't know what you've got
til it's gone. And then the music:
plaintive songs from long-
forgotten instruments.
My hair has slipped
from its braid. My teacher
counts, a hypnotist's trope,
and I am five hundred years ago.
The braid there has slipped too,
but there someone has bent
to mend it.
There is a pond on the way home,
a rich green plate of single-celled forms.
And in there two algae awaken.
A shy current pushes their arms
to preparation. The music begins.
Like new stars we all have been,
so blind to the cosmos and any orbit
but our own.
For more of our music, visit our Bandcamp page.
Volvox Minuet
In one old studio my round instructor
is warming up her knees. Always the knees,
she said. You don't know what you've got
til it's gone. And then the music:
plaintive songs from long-
forgotten instruments.
My hair has slipped
from its braid. My teacher
counts, a hypnotist's trope,
and I am five hundred years ago.
The braid there has slipped too,
but there someone has bent
to mend it.
There is a pond on the way home,
a rich green plate of single-celled forms.
And in there two algae awaken.
A shy current pushes their arms
to preparation. The music begins.
Like new stars we all have been,
so blind to the cosmos and any orbit
but our own.
For more of our music, visit our Bandcamp page.
12.14.2011
New Music from Squid Pro Crow
Barnard's Star is reborn! Music by Grant; words by me; ambient sounds from the Voyager Golden Record.
Barnard's Star
I send my heartbeat to you,
and the sum-song of my dreams.
Someday you'll unpack the impulses,
muscle-clicks like cooling cars.
Through endless fields of fire and dust
we send whale song, one noisy kiss.
Bach. A baby's cry.
Every other romance will wane
and waste away. Symphonies
are lost without their listeners.
Even the whale reduces
to a cage of bone and air.
But fast to you, Ophiuchus,
one whispered love is dancing.
For more of our music, visit our Bandcamp page.
Barnard's Star
I send my heartbeat to you,
and the sum-song of my dreams.
Someday you'll unpack the impulses,
muscle-clicks like cooling cars.
Through endless fields of fire and dust
we send whale song, one noisy kiss.
Bach. A baby's cry.
Every other romance will wane
and waste away. Symphonies
are lost without their listeners.
Even the whale reduces
to a cage of bone and air.
But fast to you, Ophiuchus,
one whispered love is dancing.
For more of our music, visit our Bandcamp page.
8.24.2011
Good News, Everyone!
Big news, too: in collaboration with Grant of the Guild of Scientific Troubadours, I've set some of my poetry to music, and may even be dabbling in songwriting. Our first team effort is a spoken-word version of "Watasenia Scintillans Addresses the New Graduates."
Watasenia Scintillans Addresses the New Graduates
She clutches the podium with translucent arms.
She is older than her picture.
She closes her eyes slowly.
We all lean in.
"Life…" she says, tasting each costly letter,
"Life is short. Light your whole self up
every chance you get."
You can download the track over at Bandcamp if you're so inclined. Grant and I (collectively now known as Squid Pro Crow) have all sorts of good stuff in the works, so do stay tuned.
Watasenia Scintillans Addresses the New Graduates
She clutches the podium with translucent arms.
She is older than her picture.
She closes her eyes slowly.
We all lean in.
"Life…" she says, tasting each costly letter,
"Life is short. Light your whole self up
every chance you get."
You can download the track over at Bandcamp if you're so inclined. Grant and I (collectively now known as Squid Pro Crow) have all sorts of good stuff in the works, so do stay tuned.
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