scenes from the life of a self-proclaimed ‘good liver’
Happy Belated Valentine’s Day!
In the spirit of love and loving, I decided to share my ‘deep in the high’ Imeem playlist. The name was inspired by one of my favorite poems by e.e. cummings (i think i just like the fact that he always wrote in lower case…LOL). The phrase, ‘deep in the high that does nothing but fall’ is the most clever way to describe new love that I’ve ever heard.
Enjoy the poem, enjoy the tunes, and most importantly…enjoy the fall!
cheers,
k
if everything happens that can’t be done
if everything happens that can’t be done
(and anything’s righter
than books
could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess
(with a run
skip
around we go yes)
there’s nothing as something as one
one hasn’t a why or because or although
(and buds know better
than books
don’t grow)
one’s anything old being everything new
(with a what
which
around we come who)
one’s everyanything so
so world is a leaf so tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
up
around again fly)
forever was never till now
now i love you and you love me
(and books are shutter
than books
can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout
each
around we go all)
there’s somebody calling who’s we
we’re anything brighter than even the sun
(we’re everything greater
than books
might mean)
we’re everanything more than believe
(with a spin
leap
alive we’re alive)
we’re wonderful one times one
ee cummings
4 Responses for "deep in the high - a poem and a playlist"
nice!!
Happy Belated Valentine’s to you too, my friend. Love the music, poem and the whole post. Peace!
I am generally deep, as you know, but this one lost me. I, too, like e.e. cummings for the lower case writing (bell hooks too).
Here’s a poem for you K…
I woke up 2 the morning dew and all I could think about was you.
Every song that played in my ears reminded me of you.
Each melody along my way turned strangers into friends, constant
movement is a means to our end.
I fantasize all the possibilities we have exhausted
like the Sun illuminating beautiful colors where the frost once was.
Now these colors shine bright bringing day to night,
the Phoenix takes flight changing wrongs to right.
Yet it is you that remains constant in every waking thought.
I can’t shake free no matter how many lessons have been taught.
I must move on, yet I wish to take you with me,
torturing my soul with all the potential I see.
I am bewildered and angry at the joy in your repetition,
while it creates nothing but more and more division.
You have a beautiful soul, a wonderful spirit,
but your heart is confused.
Lay stake of your days, let Love be your fuse.
My mind is vexed because your existence…is now my muse.
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