I am pretty lost and drowning in the new Sufjan Stevens album "Carrie & Lowell". It is a heavenly mixture of the best parts of Bon Iver/Bowerbirds/Sufjan/The Shins/Andrew Bird. Put them all in a blender, strain, and sip in a dark, musty room of an empty house. It is hard to explain exactly how it makes me feel other than transported and haunted.
Sufjan's music is definitely an acquired taste and I have loved it the moment I heard it. Even if you don't really enjoy what he has to offer you have to appreciate that the guy can play so many instruments including: guitar, bass, banjo, piano, xylophone, vibraphone, English horn, oboe, drums and the theremin. I can barely sing let alone sing and play one of these instruments.
The sentiments of this record have to deal with his mother's mental illness and addictions. It is personal and terrifically haunting.
And for today's poem the prompt is "secret":
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You’ll Never See
Us Again
At sunrise,
the birds
blather
the nights
darkest secrets
across tree tops.
the birds
blather
the nights
darkest secrets
across tree tops.
The Vernal Equinox
recently passed
yet our dawn
is still ravaged
by the gray teeth
of winter
ice shards
creep the edges
of our windshields.
recently passed
yet our dawn
is still ravaged
by the gray teeth
of winter
ice shards
creep the edges
of our windshields.
I stop to listen
for glimpses
of my own
deep and hidden
mysteries, scared
they were plundered
in the night
like fat crawlers
from a rain soaked
field.
There is nothing
left I recognize
but the meticulous
timing of fleshy
valves and blood
in stipulated
hesitation.
for glimpses
of my own
deep and hidden
mysteries, scared
they were plundered
in the night
like fat crawlers
from a rain soaked
field.
There is nothing
left I recognize
but the meticulous
timing of fleshy
valves and blood
in stipulated
hesitation.
Aleathia Drehmer 2015
April 2, 2015
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