Selkie (6/03)

The selkie girl

has wide brown eyes

and soft fine hair

She seldom speaks

but her eyes hold oceans

She basks on sulit rocks

sheds her skin

to try on another

and is caught

Spends years of halfhearted bliss

Before coming to claim it again

Slips it on and it fits so well

Makes her way back seaward

but longs for the kiss

of sunlight on bare shoulders

one more time

and lays it down

only for a moment

She turns and it is gone again

She is caught again

She’s of half a mind

to dive in anyway

Magical pelts

being somewhat overrated

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Waning (written 6/27/03)

My sovereign strength

has left me yet again

And so I stand

Lost and yearning

Pleading my case

to an empty courtroom

Offering alibis

which fall on deaf ears

I am not beautiful

I am just reflected light

And in the absence of illumination

the token at my throat glints dully

like the blade of a knife

And obscured by shadows,

my glamour discarded,

I come before you in wretchedness and rags

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words

words are all she’s got

all those big words

tumbling about in

a tiny girl’s head

the oldest child you’ll ever know

she ages backwards

should’ve seen her years ago

when she was ancient

and not so self important

and had such a promising future

instead she has pretty girls

with pretty eyes

rebellious angels

with wild hearts

and trusting, questing minds

they tug on her sleeve

and sometimes she notices

sometimes she lifts

her head out of the clouds

just long enough

to see their smiles

and smiles back bittersweetly

knowing they’ll grow to hate her someday

when she inevitably lets them down

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Shell

The shell of me

was salvaged from near ruin

pieced together

strung with wires

and bolted upright

The soul of me

is still in pieces

rotting within

Bits of it fleeing

on occasion

The heart of me

is treacherous and uncertain

and should never be trusted

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Siren

She never means to lure them to their doom

enticing young sailors

to their shipwrecked and watery graves

She simply sings

out of loneliness

As she cannot swim

and has no boat

to carry her away

She calls out with a voice pure and lovely

a song haunting and ancient

and full of promise

She calls his name

and bids him hence

another beautiful boy

who has ventured too near

these shores

another beautiful boy

who will soon be

bloodied and broken

upon these jagged rocks

Soon she will kiss away

his life’s last breath

and wonder how it can be

that still

she is so lonely

on this empty island

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Sick…

Imprisoned at home with two sick children in Disney channel purgatory for the second day running. Clawing at the walls longing to escape. Desperately in need of adult conversation,but no one’s reachable today…

Oh well, at least they’re cute sick children. I shall cuddle with them and in the meantime take comfort in this Young Ones sketch.

More Young Ones links:

The People’s Poet

Quotes

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Celtic New Year Mix

1)Dire Straits “Brothers In Arms” – First of all, I just love that including this track allows me to have a cd that opens with the sound of thunder (someday I’ll have to put “Riders On the Storm” on a mix for that very reason…). Also, I know this is technically not a Celtic band, but Mark Knopfler has put out some gorgeous pseudotraditional instrumentals, so close enough. Lyrically, very much captures the zeitgeist of the struggle for the soul of Celtic identity in the face of historical oppression,blahblahblah whatever. I just love the song, how’s that?

2)Silly Wizard “Queen Of Argyll” – If you don’t love this song after hearing it, there’s just something wrong with you that can’t be fixed and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter. Other than that Irishmen have nothing on the Scots when it comes to sweet talk.

3)Christy Moore “Mystic Lipstick” – I love the imagery of this song. Dark and heartbreakingly mysterious lyrics. I think the woman in the song is supposed to be Ireland,actually, I shite you not, Ireland as a dark and moody woman. Deep,sexy brogue the man has in spite of his girlish name. Bonus points as far as authenticism here, because he was in Planxty, one of the seminal early Celtic rock bands.

4)Luka Bloom “Bridge of Sorrow” – Ah, Luka Bloom aka Barry Moore, younger brother of Christy. Off his clevery titled “The Acoustic Motorbike.” I love this song. Almost spoken word but with such depth and beauty to the vocals and such intoxicating rythym. Lyrically, it’s quite the anthem for brooding outcast genius types not that I’ve ever known or been anyone like that…

5)The Pogues “Broad Majestic Shannon” – My favorite Pogues song of all time. Don’t know why. I Love the opening lyrics:”The last time I saw you was down at the Greek’s there was whiskey on Sunday and tears on her cheeks, you sang me a song that was pure as the breeze and the aroma of old Glenlivet…” in other words ‘you sang me a song with whiskey on your breath,’ but it’s put so elequently as to be endearing.

6)Loreena McKennit “Annachie Gordon” – Memories of youthful folly…my one public musical spotlight of a moment was roaming the street fair with the infamous Odin Helgeson, busking. I was singing harmony with him to this song, he was obsessed with this song for some reason. I still don’t know if people were giving us money because my voice was nice or I was lovely that day or to get me to shut up, but more coins were proffered when I was singing accompaniment. More beer for Odin,anyway. A sweet,sad song in its own right. A testament to the stubbornness of Celtic women thwarted in love. Shakespearean swains may need swords or poison, but lovers in Irish ballads just outright die of broken hearts.

7)Ashley MacIsaac “Hi,how are Ya?” – Insane Canadian Scottish fiddle genius from Cape Breton Island,Nova Scotia. And what does he wear under his kilt? Absolutely nothing. I have it on good authority. Wild and gorgeous spirited music, makes me want to shake my head around and stomp my feet some, like it’s Celtic traditional punk or something.

8)Christy Moore “Ride On” – Oh,the voice,oh the imagery…but is he talking to the girl or the horse,cause that could be pretty disgusting,actually….

9)The Pogues “The Auld Triangle” – Quintessential sad Irish imprisonment song, best sung drunk. Well, thank god for the Pogues’ Shane MacGowan, then, he’s always drunk.

10)Luka Bloom “An Irishman In New York” – All about falling in love with a passing stranger on a New York sidewalk. Then discovering it was all a dream.

11)The Waterboys “The Whole Of the Moon” – A song about dreamers and the people that have to live with them. My favorite line “I saw a rain dirty valley, but you saw Brigadoon.”

12)Cowboy Junkies”The Water Is Wide”- An American folk version of the Irish ballad “Carrickfergus” which is much,much sadder but equally beautiful. This version asks for a boat “that carries two, and both shall ride, my love and I.” In “Carrickfergus” the boat is “to carry me over to my love and die.” Perhaps a difference in national character?

13)Sinead O’Conner w/ the Chieftains “The Foggy Dew” – All the most hauntingly beautiful Irish traditional songs are about war. Go figure. Dying for the love of that beautiful lady Eire, I suppose.

14)The Rankins w/ the Chieftains “An Innis Aigh” – Other than that Innis is Gaelic for Island,I think, I have no idea what the hell any of this means. but it’s gorgeous nonetheless.

15)Battlefield Band “Snow On the Hills” – No,I’m not going to tell my Battlefield band story again. Lovely little slow reel here, with flutes and guitar and harp and fiddle and piano and everything it should have, except maybe some bagpipes, where are the pipes,eh? We have a piper down,I repeat there’s a piper down…

And that, my friends, is my lovely little mix. No need to thank me for my genius as a would be deejay,lalala…

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Lost in La Mancha

Interesting little documentary about the making of a film that,alas, was not to be. Moment worth waiting for: the look of unbelievable despair on director Terry Gilliam’s face as he’s told “I’m sorry but we just can’t make this movie. Not the movie you want to make.” So sad.

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