tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187335962024-03-08T14:18:44.126-05:00No Filter: A Travelogue of Madness .. The BlogA blog of my longer writingNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-16199799125466997402013-04-13T04:57:00.000-04:002013-04-13T04:57:20.547-04:00I would love to say I can relish Colleen Hoover's success but while she was making hundreds of thousands of dollars she didn't pay me ANYTHING for having "Write Poorly" in her book.<br />
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We never signed a contract, you used my words and made money my first book is dedicated to you. I just sent it to Denise Jolly, Laura Yes Yes, Lauren Zuniga ... All the poets you say you admire.<br />
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If I was your partner and you gave me 5% my year would have been easier.<br />
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My dad had an unsuccessful brain surgery in September, 2012 and was paralyzed on the left side from them until his death on April 1st.<br />
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Pay the artist. We all know each other.<br />
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And I have contacted lawyers.<br />
<br />
Edmund Charles Davis-Quinn<br />
Westbrook, ME<br />
edquinn@gmail.com<br />
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if you think I deserved to be compensated for a best selling book please send me money on PayPal at ecquinn@yahoo.com<br />
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Colleen Hoover is an excellent writer. I have no idea why she didn't see the need to pay me. Make me a partner, compensate me we are friends.<br />
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Now things are going to get bad for you. I have no idea why you never gave me ANYTHING!<br />
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<br />No Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-91227845145290702262013-04-12T04:48:00.001-04:002013-04-12T04:48:48.032-04:00A Velvet Revolution, Led by PoetsIn honor of my first chapbook printing soon this morning and since it costs me no money, I am releasing every poem I have enjoy. If you like them and feel inspired by any of them please write. Write and Write again. I want you to listed to the words of one of my heroes Roger Ebert and write until your thought ends and then just don't write. Eat, drink a beer, have coffee, walk, run, talk on the phone. Just don't turn on the TV.<br />
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Let's make the world a better place together. Agape. In the words of Bill and Ted "Be Excellent to Each Other". In the words of Wil Wheaton "Don't Be a Dick."<br />
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It's not that hard to live a good life. If you feel the wind blowing in your face on a dog beach watching the water and seeing dogs run into your shopping bag for pretzels, just throw them some pretzels and wonder at the beauty of dogs in a dog beach.<br />
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Man and dog are companions for a reason. A toddler and a puppy have the same energy. If you have the time and space and attention for a dog get one, I wish I did just like my hero Roger Ebert.<br />
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And end Orwellian speech. The thirty year legacy of the trickle up economics of Ronald Reagan, Fox News, Exxon Mobil and Wal-Mart needs to end. Corporations are not people. <br />
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Poets apply to Standard and Poor's. You are observers. You notice things. Things others don't see. <br />
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You don't give a shit what the boss thinks. It's a skill use it.<br />
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We are performers, lets do improv and theatre training. Let's make performances let's do tributes to the poets I like.<br />
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I would LOVE to read for instance Kurt Vonnegut's perfect encapsulation of why society is failing at a library. The Portland Public Library basement is perfect. I want Wil Gibson and Luk O'Connor to record me reading "A Man Without a Country."<br />
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Lets make this world a better place, artists run for office, people like you. Let's not let money rule the world anymore.<br />
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Who knows if any of this will work, but it can't get any worse then the second gilded age of 2013. Lets end 3rd world debt from capitalist monsters like hedge funds. Lets end the glorification of money on Fox News and NBC. Turn off your cable and get a Roku with with either Netflix or Amazon Prime your choice.<br />
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Heck we have a performance poet as President in Barack Obama. His speech in honor of A Congressional Medal of Honor winner said he turned "mud huts into cathderals."<br />
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Ignore the lobbyists. Make them illegal. Raise Capital Gains taxes to 25%, bring Estate taxes back. Dismantle the Federal Reserve, World Bank and IMF they have all done more harm then good.<br />
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End austerity, it fails every time. It turns recession into depressions, embrace the power of sharing and the sacred art of barter. If you want to make this project start to happen with performance poetry please give to paypal at ecquinn@yahoo.com and share this post. Lets start a revolution, occupy the world. A velvet revolution of poets.<br />
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Here are my poems. My first published poem in Colleen Hoover's "Write Poorly" has sold hundreds of thousands of copies. It's never been a better time to be an artist.<br />
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Have fun. Blog every day. Blog every day. And let's reset copyright law and the tax code. People's united is illegal corporations are not people but psychopaths. <br />
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And let's end blowing up mountains for coal, and starting wars for oil. Turn off the lights at Wal-Mart at 3am, no one is there. <br />
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For a saner world I offer my poems, let's make change happen. I would love for this to be seen by Barack Obama, Noam Chomsky, Lawrence Lessig, Joe Sacco, Bernie Sanders, Al Franken (we look like cousins) and Chris Hedges. Make art and give freely, it's magic.<br />
<br />No Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-42264034244240025112011-10-26T11:10:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.055-04:00Saul Williams Music Poem/Slam Poetry and Hip HopMusic Poem from Saul Williams's journal from 2000 --- From "The Dead Emcee Scrolls" pg. 152<br />
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Can music change the world?<br />
Are these simply songs to be heard<br />
And forgotten?<br />
When JB said, "Say it loud..."<br />
Did that affect a shift in conciousness?<br />
Can the music of a society<br />
Help mold its mental state?<br />
Can a great song affect more than the way<br />
A musician approaches his next song?<br />
How about the way they approach their children.<br />
Their loved ones? Their lives?<br />
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I believe I am<br />
A man molded by music<br />
And my intent is to mold<br />
To shape<br />
These are the ways<br />
Of a carpenter.<br />
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====================<br />
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"The Dead Emcee Scrolls" is a challenging book by Saul Williams.<br />
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It's about where hip hop had a chance to be, and may not be reaching right now.<br />
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I am getting more into the slam poetry scene all of the time. It speaks to me. Language is powerful, words are powerful.<br />
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Hip-hop had a poetry to it, some does, some is misogynistic and glorifies capitalism and money. <br />
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I think some of the best of early hip-hop has become part of the slam poetry scene. Some of it is rapped, most just spoke, a lot inbetween.<br />
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It's about the words, it's about talking about lives.<br />
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It's about talking about pain, family, redemption, gladness and sadness.<br />
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I am very proud of the Portland, Maine poetry scene.<br />
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May it continue to prosper.<br />
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Edmund (aka Ed2D2)<br />
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<br />No Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-4910355808352524772011-09-06T07:19:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.068-04:00Homeless (With a guitar)Homeless<br />
homeless<br />
many nights under Portland skies<br />
<br />
Have my guitar<br />
My shoulder hurts so<br />
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Beer helps<br />
Rum helps<br />
Beer I need another beer<br />
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Anything to get me drunk<br />
Anything to dull the pain<br />
Anything to feel different<br />
<br />
To stop the tears<br />
To stop the pain<br />
To stop the sadness<br />
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Addiction<br />
Homelessness<br />
Insanity<br />
Sadness<br />
A tough life<br />
<br />
I need my guitar<br />
I need my music<br />
<br />
Reminds me I can make music<br />
That I can create<br />
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Reminds me I just need a home<br />
for my guitar<br />
for my music<br />
for my mind<br />
<br />
To settle down<br />
To finally feel home<br />
<br />
To play<br />
to create<br />
to sing<br />
to dance<br />
to make people smile<br />
not pity<br />
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I have to hold this guitar<br />
I have to have my guitar<br />
Almost pawned it so many times<br />
For some money, for some beer, for some rum.<br />
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I have held this guitar a long time<br />
My shoulders are so sore, so very sore<br />
Lost my home to addiction, drink, madness<br />
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I just need a home<br />
I just need some help<br />
I need to grow<br />
I need to settle<br />
<br />
And need to just play<br />
I need to just play<br />
and<br />
sleep<br />
in<br />
my own bed.<br />
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And perchance to dream,<br />
and rest the sleep of the settled.<br />
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(c) 2011, Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-53095251796868882262011-07-30T22:36:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.072-04:00Are we in a Brave New WorldPart of the July 26th Writer's Almanac: <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2011/07/26">http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2011/07/26</a><br />
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<br />
<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="note_intro" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.2em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Today is the birthday</span> of English author <strong style="font-weight: 700;"><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00jn8bc" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a0b0d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" target="_blank">Aldous Huxley</a></strong> (1894) (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Aldous%20Huxley&tag=writal-20&index=blended&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a0b0d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" target="_blank">books by this author</a>), born in Godalming, Surrey. He was the grandson of Thomas Henry Huxley, a scientist and man of letters who was known as "Darwin's bulldog" for his defense of the theory of evolution. Huxley wrote a few of novels that satirized English literary society, and these established him as a writer; it was his fifth book, <em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: oblique; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Brave New World</em> (1932), which arose out of his distrust of 20th century politics and technology, for which he is most remembered. Huxley started out intending to write a parody of H.G. Wells' utopian novel <em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: oblique; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Men Like Gods</em> (1923). He ended by envisioning a future where society functions like one of Henry Ford's assembly lines: a mass-produced culture in which people are fed a steady diet of bland amusements and take an antidepressant called Soma to keep themselves from feeling anything negative.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">It's natural to compare <em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: oblique; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Brave New World</em> with George Orwell's <em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: oblique; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Nineteen Eighty-Four</em>(1948), since they each offer a view of a dystopian future. Cultural critic Neil Postman spelled out the difference in his 1985 book <em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: oblique; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Amusing Ourselves to Death</em>:</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">"What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture. ... In short, Orwell feared that what we fear will ruin us. Huxley feared that our desire will ruin us." (<a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2011/07/26#show less content" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a0b0d; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">less</a>)</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Feel like we may be there in our world of Prozac and Ritalin and reality TV and tea parties and ..</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Any thoughts?</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">edmund</div>No Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-82959333741311705582011-07-30T22:32:00.002-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.092-04:00On a Vonnegut kick of late<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Recently been on a Vonnegut kick, read all in the last month.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Just adore "A Man Without A Country," an older, cynical Vonnegut looking at a bizarre country, does see the country he likes in librarians.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">"Cat's Cradle" -- didn't realize every chapter was meant as a joke. Just genius and bizarre.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">"Slaughterhouse Five" -- left a huge impression, amazing and hard, hard story to tell.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Favorites over time:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">1984</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Huck Finn</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">The Martian Chronicles</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">To Kill a Mockingbird</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">On The Road</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Edge City: Life on the New Frontier.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">edmund</span>No Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-13210108436581063842011-05-25T08:45:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:04.996-04:00Learning is PlayThis is dedicated to my mom, Christine Davis. Was written for Mother's Day readings at Mama's Crowbar, haven't read it there yet.<br />
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<br />
Hi, mom<br />
how are you?<br />
<br />
How was your day<br />
What are you reading<br />
What are you thinking?<br />
<br />
How's dad<br />
how's my sister<br />
<br />
Good childhood<br />
pretty easy.<br />
<br />
Montgomery<br />
pretty quiet<br />
<br />
Watching TV with my sister<br />
<br />
Already changing channels<br />
Constantly<br />
Enjoy needling my sister<br />
<br />
She enjoys needling me<br />
We still do<br />
<br />
No one knows how to get under your skin like family<br />
<br />
Family knows you in ways no one can<br />
<br />
Memories of you at birth<br />
at 8, at 15, at 22 ...<br />
<br />
Memories of who you were not who you are<br />
<br />
Memories of Eddie<br />
<br />
Of being Eddie Einstein<br />
Of being a mad scientist<br />
<br />
I am still a geek<br />
Still love play<br />
Still love nerdy things<br />
<br />
Science on Saturday<br />
At Princeton Plasma Physics Labs<br />
A new talk every week,<br />
advanced stuff,<br />
interesting stuff<br />
<br />
Mom always having me learn<br />
Always having me grow<br />
Always treating me as an equal in conversation<br />
Giving me her love of learning<br />
<br />
Giving me a love of exploring<br />
exploring myself<br />
exploring the world<br />
exploring knowledge<br />
<br />
Curious<br />
always curious<br />
<br />
First words<br />
"What's That"<br />
<br />
Always wanting to<br />
learn with play<br />
<br />
To learn with play<br />
Learning can be fun<br />
Learning is fun<br />
<br />
Reading is fun<br />
Gaming is fun<br />
Talking is fun.<br />
<br />
Playing with books<br />
Already at 3.<br />
<br />
Star Wars Read and Learn LPS<br />
The old ones books with a record to read along.<br />
<br />
Reading is play<br />
Words are play<br />
Learning is play.<br />
<br />
Science is play.<br />
Math is play.<br />
<br />
Still love to play<br />
Will always love to play.<br />
<br />
Dance, sing, play puzzles<br />
<br />
Learning<br />
Figuring out patterns and puzzle<br />
Figuring out things<br />
<br />
Puzzles<br />
Dominion, Carcassone, Magic, silly things<br />
<br />
Thanks, mom<br />
Thanks for reading<br />
Thanks for believing<br />
Thanks for the emotional support<br />
Thanks for the financial support.<br />
<br />
I love you.No Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-53354760680241346052011-05-25T08:33:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.076-04:00Hey, CharlieI have been holding off on this poem for a little while. Was going to try to perform it live first.<br />
<br />
Decided I would like to have the words.<br />
<br />
------------------<br />
<br />
Hey, Charlie<br />
Madness isn't funny<br />
<br />
Mania isn't funny<br />
<br />
It's not WINNING<br />
It's not tiger blood<br />
It's not a joke<br />
<br />
Hitting women is wrong<br />
Making yourself a spectacle is wrong<br />
Running away from your life is wrong<br />
People depend on you.<br />
<br />
Give yourself time.<br />
Get yourself help.<br />
Heal yourself.<br />
Center yourself<br />
Ground yourself.<br />
<br />
Get better.<br />
Seriously, get better man.<br />
<br />
Seeing someone go mad on tape is much, much too hard to watch.<br />
<br />
Seeing it person is harder<br />
<br />
Seeing it in the mirror is the hardest of all.<br />
Madness ain't easy.<br />
<br />
Get some rest<br />
Get better<br />
Heal thyself.<br />
<br />
Breathe<br />
Get some air<br />
Get some space<br />
Find your center<br />
<br />
Let yourself settle<br />
Let yourself normalize<br />
Let yourself breathe<br />
Let yourself breathe<br />
<br />
Breathe with me<br />
water breath<br />
<br />
Big breath in,<br />
long breath out<br />
<br />
Big breath in,<br />
long breath out<br />
<br />
Breathe, dude<br />
Relax, you don't have to be everywhere<br />
You don't have to always say yes<br />
Calm the fuck down<br />
<br />
Your life isn't a joke<br />
<br />
Apologize, repent<br />
Cry if you need to<br />
Let your friends help you<br />
Let people help you<br />
<br />
If you need to see a doctor<br />
<br />
If you need to admit yourself,<br />
Have doctors help you rest<br />
Have doctors help you normalize<br />
<br />
Life is hard, very hard<br />
Madness is so many times harder.<br />
<br />
Watching someone self-destruct isn't funny.<br />
Your life isn't a show.<br />
It's not theater.<br />
<br />
Celebrities aren't our playthings<br />
Despite what Perez Hilton or the National Inquirer thinks<br />
They are people, people with issues<br />
Sometimes serious ones.<br />
<br />
Charlie, breathe ask for help<br />
Get help, normalize yourself<br />
Center yourself, breathe<br />
<br />
Don't do anything you will regret later<br />
<br />
Stop trying to win.<br />
Life is not a game.<br />
Life is not about winning.<br />
<br />
Start trying to live your life.<br />
Find who you are<br />
Calm down<br />
Relax<br />
Be who you are.<br />
<br />
With love,<br />
<br />
EdmundNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-84471025206105831792011-04-27T20:49:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.096-04:002011 Portland Poetry Slam teamWant to work to get off book<br />
<br />
Amazed at the last 3 weeks at Port Veritas.<br />
<br />
We have a very, very dangeous slam team.<br />
<br />
Congratulations to: 2011 Port Veritas/Portland, ME Poetry Slam Grand Slam Champ is Sean Mcgovern-Waite. He, Tui Scanlan, Ryan McLellan, and Wil Gibson are your team. William Antony Trix Bruno is the alternate. <br />
<br />
I am impressed by all of you .. and of all 20 semi-finalists.<br />
<br />
edNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-35915885931433906992011-04-23T00:04:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.045-04:00Hear our voicesSing<br />
<br />
Sing in the cold<br />
sing in the warmth<br />
sing in the rain<br />
<br />
Feel the heart song<br />
Feel the rhythm of the soul<br />
<br />
Feel the beings<br />
Feel the land<br />
<br />
Feel<br />
<br />
Listen to the wind<br />
Listen to the rumble<br />
Listen to the quiet<br />
listen to the peepers<br />
<br />
Listen<br />
<br />
See the green<br />
See the spring<br />
see the waters<br />
see the smiles<br />
see the spirit<br />
<br />
See<br />
<br />
Touch the ground<br />
ground thyself<br />
Let yourself be at peace<br />
let yourself rest<br />
<br />
Ground<br />
<br />
Taste the water<br />
taste the spirit<br />
taste the fire<br />
taste the energy<br />
<br />
Feast<br />
<br />
Feel the spirit<br />
feel the flow<br />
Create the space<br />
create your memories<br />
create deep friendship<br />
<br />
Trust<br />
<br />
Bring it out into the world<br />
We need the healing energy<br />
We need the positive spirit<br />
We need to feel the trust<br />
<br />
We are all one<br />
we are all one<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-43447702415020813052011-04-22T23:55:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.060-04:00HunterShy cat<br />
quiet soul<br />
<br />
Lovely eyes<br />
gorgeous black fur<br />
Isis<br />
<br />
Loving<br />
adored Lanna<br />
<br />
Love to play<br />
love to lick the wet food<br />
<br />
Enjoyed Trance<br />
found on a fire escape<br />
<br />
Gone too soon<br />
much too soon<br />
<br />
Wish I could see him scatter again<br />
with the doorbell<br />
See him warm up to guests slowly<br />
<br />
Lovely cat<br />
Gone too soon much too soon<br />
<br />
We miss you Hunter "Socks" Thompson<br />
<br />
Gone too soon<br />
all too soon<br />
<br />
You were right back in my dreams at Twilight<br />
<br />
Lanna needed a new cat<br />
I needed two gorgeous new cats<br />
<br />
Lenny and Squiggy <br />
bringing play<br />
Bringing the nuge<br />
<br />
Loving me<br />
Loving Lanna<br />
<br />
We miss you <br />
you were gone too soon <br />
and a beautiful spirit.<br />
<br />
Hunter "Socks" Thompson<br />
RIP <br />
2003-2010<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-35000857888802168562011-04-22T23:45:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.036-04:00RhythmMusic is the medium,<br />
Rhythm is the message<br />
<br />
Feel the rhythm <br />
Feel the flow<br />
<br />
Feel the drum<br />
Feel the dance<br />
<br />
Feel in your heart<br />
Feel in your soul<br />
<br />
Be moved<br />
In body, mind or spirit.<br />
<br />
Let the rhythm let you sing<br />
Let the rhythm make you dance<br />
Let the rhythm help you play<br />
Play with the rhythm<br />
<br />
Dancer, Drummer, Singer, Shaman<br />
<br />
Play with the the rhythm<br />
Let nature hear it<br />
Let nature play<br />
<br />
Let nature inform the circle<br />
Music helps us play<br />
Fire helps us play<br />
Created space help us play<br />
<br />
Feel the rhythm<br />
Feel the music<br />
Hear the message<br />
Play with the beat<br />
<br />
Play<br />
Listen<br />
Dance<br />
Be still<br />
<br />
All are part of the song<br />
All are part of the spirit<br />
All are part of the harmony<br />
<br />
The circle is open, but not broken<br />
<br />
Feel the music<br />
Feel the play<br />
<br />
Listen to the rhythm<br />
of your heart<br />
of your breath<br />
of the sky<br />
of the trees<br />
of the creatures<br />
of the water<br />
of the drum<br />
of the dancer<br />
of the sleeper<br />
of the ones who create the space<br />
<br />
Let it enter you<br />
Let it enter you<br />
<br />
The rhythm is the message, the music is the medium<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-Quinn<br />
Dedicated to Rites of Spring 2011No Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-85545390777650317092011-04-18T23:02:00.002-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.100-04:00TiredYes I'm tired<br />
<br />
Really don't want to write a poem<br />
<br />
But that is the challenge a poem every day.<br />
<br />
Doesn't matter if it's good.<br />
<br />
Don't matter if it's coherent.<br />
The key is to create.<br />
<br />
To learn<br />
find a voice<br />
<br />
Find a way.<br />
<br />
I guess this is a poem.<br />
<br />
They don't have to all be good.<br />
Sometimes they just have to be.<br />
<br />
So be it.<br />
F**k it!<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-29461438073867870362011-04-18T22:56:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.024-04:00People on SaturdayHave a couple other poems I wrote for NaPoWrimo -- saving "Hey, Charlie" to premiere live at Port Veritas off book (ie not reading but performing" -- and the "Improv/Poetry" poem just wasn't very good.<br />
<br />
This one is dedicated to anyone who has ever worked in a call center.<br />
<br />
--------------------------------------------<br />
<br />
I think I'm annoyed now<br />
<br />
People on Saturday<br />
people on Saturday<br />
<br />
The office is closed, dude<br />
I can have you talk to a nurse<br />
<br />
People<br />
I am letting you know what I can do<br />
<br />
The office is closed on Saturday<br />
<br />
Don't get annoyed with me, don't get frustrated<br />
I do what I can<br />
<br />
The office is closed on Saturday.<br />
<br />
Please don't yell.<br />
Please don't scream.<br />
The office is closed on Saturday.<br />
<br />
Would you like to talk to a nurse? Maybe leave a message.<br />
<br />
No.<br />
Ok, well I'm sorry but the office is closed on Saturday<br />
<br />
(c) 2011, Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-18515545253098492932011-04-14T23:01:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.002-04:00LuckyI am lucky<br />
Good parents<br />
Grew up in a good town<br />
with good schools<br />
<br />
Lucky<br />
awesome wife<br />
smart, tall<br />
<br />
Lucky<br />
<br />
I have had it pretty easy<br />
my parents had money<br />
I was able to go to college and graduate school<br />
<br />
Lucky<br />
<br />
Able to have a car<br />
have a place<br />
have shiny things <br />
<br />
Lucky<br />
<br />
Sometimes though I wonder how my life would be different with struggle<br />
If I didn't have it so easy<br />
If I was really down and out<br />
<br />
Sure I have been unemployed<br />
been underemployed<br />
But I was able to ask for help and get it<br />
<br />
I'm lucky<br />
<br />
So lucky<br />
that one missed blinking light at midnight<br />
and one ticket can throw me off<br />
<br />
Feel like it's time to move forward<br />
time to use my talent for good<br />
time to keep creating<br />
time to stand up proud<br />
<br />
I don't need to slouch<br />
don't need to just get by<br />
<br />
I need to be all I can be<br />
even if I don't know what that is.<br />
<br />
Or maybe I just don't know yet.<br />
<br />
I do know I have to step forward<br />
face rejection<br />
face things not being easy<br />
<br />
One step at a time<br />
Life can be what you create<br />
<br />
Let's move forward<br />
Let's use my creative mind<br />
Let's use my sense of play<br />
<br />
Play for a better way<br />
Play for a better way<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-29577891619081574922011-04-14T22:49:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.033-04:00Let the book go/ Need toWrote this at Blue on Tuesday night, meant to post as yesterday's NaPoWrimo poem.<br />
<br />
It's really more of me trying to get myself on the process of reading poetry off book.<br />
<br />
________________<br />
<br />
Need to go from wordplay to performance<br />
Need to make things better<br />
<br />
Need to create<br />
Need to develop<br />
Need to learn<br />
Need to create<br />
Need to make<br />
Need to create<br />
<br />
Speak out<br />
Play <br />
Play hard<br />
Play big<br />
Play in the amazement<br />
Play with words<br />
Learn<br />
Play<br />
Trust yourself<br />
<br />
Let yourself fail!<br />
Let yourself get better<br />
Not fear rejection ...<br />
<br />
Not fear, not fear<br />
<br />
Perform better, way better<br />
Speak directly with the audience<br />
Let the net go<br />
Let the book go<br />
<br />
Perform<br />
not be perfect<br />
<br />
Not be just right<br />
<br />
Let the words play<br />
not just read the words<br />
perform.<br />
<br />
Be big<br />
Be vulnerable<br />
<br />
Be small <br />
be funny<br />
<br />
Be yourself<br />
be daring<br />
be creative<br />
<br />
Be magical<br />
you can do it<br />
<br />
Seriously<br />
you can!<br />
<br />
So bloody well fucking do it<br />
<br />
Go from reading to performance<br />
<br />
Perform, Play, Perform, Play<br />
<br />
You can do it!<br />
<br />
(c) Edmund Davis-Quinn 2011<br />
<br />
Dedicted to the slam poets who destroyed at the semi-final slam on Tuesday, April 12th.No Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-26762610000502642392011-04-13T01:40:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.008-04:00JadedI'm not jaded<br />
not me<br />
I'm a kid from Jersey<br />
they're <br />
never <br />
jaded<br />
<br />
Nope, optimistic<br />
that's what we are<br />
<br />
Happy thoughts<br />
head in the sand<br />
<br />
No looking out<br />
no looking to New York City or Philly<br />
or even the big house up the block or the next town<br />
Trying to do something, anything to get there<br />
To get out<br />
to see somewhere else<br />
<br />
To be somewhere else<br />
maybe a city kid<br />
maybe an ex-patriot<br />
maybe<br />
maybe<br />
maybe<br />
<br />
New Jersey<br />
is not Jersey Shore<br />
It's not just tanning and hooking up<br />
<br />
It's struggle<br />
It's old tough grimy industrial cities<br />
like Trenton, Newark, Camden and Paterson<br />
Gorgeous old buildings, rotting, beautiful<br />
Tough neighborhoods<br />
<br />
Insanely rich places like: Short Hills, Rumson, Princeton ..<br />
With manicured lawns, big properties and nothing for kids to do<br />
<br />
New Jersey<br />
ain't easy<br />
it's cynical as hell<br />
it's a state of mind<br />
<br />
Dirty Jersey<br />
Brutal Jersey<br />
Pretty Jersey<br />
<br />
It's a fucking crazy ass state to grow up.<br />
New Jersey and you, fucked up together.<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-Quinn<br />
<br />
Poem went over awesome tonight at Port VeritasNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-35100445309706450632011-04-11T23:48:00.002-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.040-04:00BittersweetIts a bittersweet<br />
Symphony that's life<br />
<br />
Follow your bliss<br />
Life will show you the way<br />
<br />
Follow your dreams<br />
Believe the universe will provide.<br />
<br />
Endless self-esteem<br />
Endless you can do its.<br />
<br />
Terrible training for life.<br />
Life is hard<br />
Life is struggle<br />
Life is getting by.<br />
<br />
Do the best you can<br />
Make do<br />
Create<br />
Play<br />
Read<br />
Learn<br />
<br />
Life isn't supposed to be easy,<br />
Nothing worth doing is.<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-90814394306287840172011-04-10T23:47:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.103-04:00Hey BuddyHey Buddy<br />
Tell me a story<br />
<br />
Hey Buddy<br />
Read me a poem<br />
<br />
Hey Buddy<br />
Open up to me<br />
Open up your soul<br />
Open up your hurt<br />
<br />
Travel around the world<br />
Travel for years<br />
Travel for month at a time<br />
<br />
Live out of car<br />
Not be rooted<br />
Perform, excite, dazzle an audience<br />
<br />
Thank you Buddy<br />
Thank you so much<br />
<br />
You deserve your time to breathe<br />
Your time to be off the road<br />
Your time to be in love<br />
Your time to get rooted<br />
<br />
Thank you.<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-Quinn<br />
<br />
And dedicated to Buddy WakefieldNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-4863401750068123902011-04-09T22:34:00.001-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.064-04:00CircleCircle<br />
Staying Warm<br />
<br />
Circle <br />
being comfortable<br />
<br />
Finding any pile<br />
<br />
Making it a bed<br />
<br />
A lap works<br />
A bed<br />
A chair<br />
A pile of clothes<br />
<br />
Kitty nap<br />
<br />
And it's adorable<br />
<br />
Wish I could sleep as easily<br />
and be as content<br />
<br />
Power of the circle<br />
Power of comfort<br />
<br />
Power of kitty!<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-82612465830694635912011-04-08T23:22:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.088-04:00Not tiredI am not tired<br />
I am wide awake<br />
<br />
I am not tired<br />
Not at all<br />
<br />
Look at all my energy<br />
I got to the armchair<br />
<br />
Look at all my energy<br />
I got a beer<br />
<br />
And I moved forward and grabbed the remote.<br />
<br />
Look at all my energy, I am not tired.<br />
I am petting a kitty.<br />
<br />
And taking a nap.<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-6796743640685548072011-04-07T18:34:00.001-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.080-04:00LaundryLaundry day<br />
<br />
Have to <br />
don't really want to<br />
Leave the house<br />
<br />
Have to <br />
don't really want to<br />
Bring the clothes<br />
<br />
Always an adventure<br />
always oddballs<br />
<br />
Always better when I get there<br />
then what I fear<br />
<br />
Listening to my music<br />
sometimes dancing<br />
sometimes reading<br />
<br />
Laundry dayNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-40462635141896462282011-04-07T14:33:00.002-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.050-04:00DVR DayYesterday's poem -- and yes I was this lazy.<br />
<br />
___________________________________________<br />
<br />
<br />
Armchair<br />
Cats<br />
<br />
TV<br />
nap<br />
sleep<br />
<br />
Rest<br />
Not doing much<br />
<br />
Crash<br />
drool day<br />
<br />
Seems odd<br />
seems to help<br />
<br />
Crash day <br />
DVR day<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-29379232204564913742011-04-05T23:38:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.019-04:00WisdomWhisper words of wisdom<br />
<br />
Let it be<br />
<br />
Let the seasons be<br />
<br />
Let the anger drain out<br />
<br />
Think<br />
Stop<br />
Think<br />
Slow down<br />
<br />
Let the squirrels take their acorns<br />
Let nature renew itself<br />
<br />
Learn to let things go<br />
Learn to let things grow<br />
<br />
Let yourself find the next step<br />
Let yourself move forward.<br />
<br />
Follow the path<br />
or explore<br />
There is so much to see<br />
<br />
The world is a huge place<br />
An overwhelming place<br />
<br />
The universe is so much bigger<br />
Bigger in a way that we can't comprehend<br />
<br />
Billions and Billions<br />
Billions and Trillions<br />
<br />
Let it be<br />
Let us see<br />
Let us create<br />
Let us not hate<br />
<br />
Sometimes liberating ourselves<br />
is as easy as<br />
Starting with let it be<br />
<br />
Let it be<br />
Faitful words of wisdom<br />
<br />
Let it be<br />
and let us see<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18733596.post-73685574746867154602011-04-04T06:31:00.000-04:002011-10-27T10:27:05.084-04:00Monday morning 6amTrying to do a poem on the fly -- usually do them in the notebook first.<br />
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<br />
Sun up<br />
I am not<br />
<br />
Coffee brewing<br />
Bagel toasting<br />
<br />
Morning slowly rising<br />
<br />
Kittens decided was good to rouse me in the night<br />
Poor sleep<br />
<br />
Working soon<br />
<br />
Looking forward to Mama's Crowbar tonight<br />
Good beer<br />
Good poetry<br />
<br />
Birds glide in the clear morning<br />
Workers go to finish new building<br />
<br />
Morning awakens in Maine<br />
May I awaken soon too.<br />
<br />
(c) 2011 Edmund Davis-QuinnNo Filter: The Bookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02946052528543423775noreply@blogger.com0