Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Channel 7, Renaissance Secondhand News (Much Ado About Nothing, Act. II, S.I)

Channel 7, Renaissance Secondhand News, bringing you all the news overheard, rumored, alleged, and twice removed.

Good evening, this is Roland Deschain live from Messina, tonight’s news desk's littered with stories we heard from people who heard about them from someone who may or may not have been present.

Topping the bill tonight, reports from the fabulous masked revelries at the Governor House. There are reports coming in of an agreement reached regarding the perfect man. This hypothetical excellent man, apparently a joined Don John and Signor Benedick, with half of Signor Benedick’s tongue in Don John’s mouth, and half of Don John’s melancholy in Signor Benedick’s face. The Governor’s niece, Beatrice, was overheard adding a below the belt quality to this perfect man.

In related news, all bachelors seeking to woo Beatrice, her shrewd tongue, and “good will,” should approach with a 5 O’clock shadow, as it was overheard she can not endure a husband with a beard on his face, nor a husband that hath no beard. The good lady apparently is not accepting gentleman callers that are “more than a youth,” nor “less than a man.” Those falling within that slim window should report to the house of Leonato.

Reports indicate dancing and merriment was a plenty in the revelries. A masked Don Pedro was seen dancing and talking with the Governor’s daughter, Hero. Conflicting reports are coming in of Don Pedro enamored and swearing affection for and attempting to woo the good lady for himself. As well reports indicate Don Pedro’s attempts were to secure Hero’s affections for his officer and friend, Claudio.

After speaking briefly with the maskless Don John, the masked Claudio was seen briefly going mad and storming from the party, muttering to himself: the prince woos for himself, friendship is constant in all things but love, I should have negotiated myself, my own tongue and eye, beauty's a witch that turn a man against his friends. In a sad and hasty personal retreat, he bid a somber farewell to Hero. This reporter can only hope that Claudio, the solider, did not retreat from battle as quick as Claudio, the potential fiancée.

Also seen dancing were Beatrice and the masked Benedick. It seems it was a bad night for men in masks, as Beatrice was overheard telling Benedick to his face he is a jester, a dull fool, a slanderer, suitable only for the company of libertines, and his utter rudeness angers men causing them to laugh and want to beat on him. It is unknown whether or not Beatrice knew she was talking to Benedick who was later observed repeating the vicious litany of personal character flaws and still later fled the party at the mere approach of the lady, Beatrice.

There are reports that late in the evening Claudio and Don Pedro cleared the earlier confusion and anger as Claudio learned that Don Pedro had successfully wooed in his favor and the fair Hero had been won. There was however no report of Claudio using his early mentioned own tongue to communicate with his future wife. Indeed, reports indicate that the joyful couple did not say one word to each other. This reporter cannot help but be swept up in the deafening forces of true love. A marriage was requested to Hero’s father by Claudio for tomorrow, however Leonato “seeking too have all things answered in his mind” set the marriage for one week from today. There are no reports of what answers or questions the bride to be may or may not have.

There was a final rumor overheard at the party’s end of a group-wide conspiracy to set up and join together Beatrice and Benedick, both of whom have publicly affirmed bachelorhood for life and who seemingly hate each other with an exponentially growing passion once thought endearingly comic but which has of late devolved into acerbic, vicious deriding ridicule.

Although this emotional day seems to have come to an end, stay tuned as it would appear that things are far from over as various undercurrents, sub plots, second hand sniping, rumor, innuendos, and deception may be approaching their boiling point, suggesting that even the most benign incident could touch off a full scale “merry war.”

Now here’s Tom with the weather………..

Monday, July 11, 2011

Animals, no different or better

There is a reason why children
run, laugh, scream, and explode out of doors
the minute they are set free
to go outside.

They run to feel the wind
to feel the rush of release
that something out there
is different and better than the confines of inside
they run, laugh, scream, and explode
simply because they are alive
and know it well better than their words can yet describe

How…why…do we grow and bottle our lightning lives
passing time
dulling senses
confusing what’s natural
as choices to deny

But all is not lost
if you’d dare to cater to your dreams
private personal motion pictures
motivational collections of hidden waking thoughts
all is not lost
if you’d dare to cater to your world as a room to view
a space to create
a will to power

Yes, dreams and creations
are like chasing your best friend turned into a quick, dancing hare
in the flight and fury we catch only glimpses
and must act on instinct and imagination
to fill the gaps
and run, laugh, scream, and explode
out the grand doors of life everyday.

You have to turn yourself out
the truth is we grow and forget
look to the children and the animals
let their example guide
because in this adult world of ours
sometimes man as man can’t catch shit.

With the wonder and imagination of a child
sometimes you must make an animal of yourself
to see it through
to live
become…

A speckled leopard who can run down the wind,
A crowning lion amongst it’s pride
that was never taught not to win,
A true horned rhino with rumpled concrete skin,
A giant blue-green sea turtle with memories
from when the world began,
Stand tall as your spirit animal
Run, laugh, scream, and explode
Free to dream and create at will.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Total Confusion (RIP: Mikey)

I hold forever,
honor
Beauty with the day around Us

my friend is dead tonight,
right now
he no longer breathes
confused
naked without belief
I stand,
I fall without belief
Empty hands wide
spread out
reaching fingers
Who has any real answers ?
his death
spreads poetry naked
makes words meaningless
never the first time for a death gathering and making its way to my company
but tonight
Draws 
Questions
again
long ignored
ignored for no answers
the only thing certain is that now tonight
religion, afterlife, heaven these things are meaningless
take away anything from anyone's everything
it’s only in the absence of life
know-see this as the only world I-we have

Normally I'd write of fine things
wine, laughter, friends, and water
I'd write things as if they were endless
and we were forever young
but I don’t believe in that tonight
I believe in ? right now
absolutely lost
not even sad
empty
don’t know where
JB
Stroy
Mikey
Dad
don’t know where
just numb
don’t believe in an afterlife

The only thing I know is right now

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Getting ready for the battle (of a lifetime)

I have bought these
old oak boards and planks of cypress for years

It began with lifted and thrown over blankets,
pillows stagger stacked
as boards
along bed edges
that became forts at the brink of oceans
that sailed out and away
to meet rising tides
that became ships on a sea
a sea at first
I knew
foggy gray
wriggled up from
murky earthen gristle wet and ground out sand bottoms
then rising to humble steerage
shook the company within
Dark blue ebony transitions crumpled and rolling and riling
young dreams in the night

Then the sun hits
and I all, all of us of me
pulled form from the beginning of the day
with lasting impact from the journey past

In the very beginning of everything
anything was possible
if deep edged and weathered

The seas hold hope,
and the shock,
the shock

Still I’d not change out my sea legs
for an uncontested life on land