Salman’s Coffee Made of Flame
Oh dear I have a large coffee
And a spinning head full of thee
And red earphones and a book
Some silky words and a killer hook
This is what I think
When I am deep in drink
This is where I am today
On a cold, wet rainy day
First up, I see you Arcade Fire
My Canadian friends of iron
I want to steal your songs
I want to seal them in a bong
And then I want to smoke them up
Until I am so full I throw up
Because your music is a pantomime
A spruce-smelling carnival of shine
If I took your notes and tones
I’d rule the world from your Montreal home
I’d run around the streets singing high
There’d be greatness even in trying
Oh Regine Regine Regine!
Dancing in your dress of gold gleam!
Singing about mountains and the world so small
And the endless hedge rows around our Sprawl
I don’t know if your voice is the best
But I know that your music is blessed
Tell Wim he is a god of made of maple leafs
And you are a princess of golden disbelief
I wonder, though, my dear canuck criers
If you’re as good as The Moor’s Last Sigh
I know that generally a fatwah is a bad thing
But Mr. Rushdie, you earned your death sentence bling
I’d like to call you literate, but words are a dress
That you extract from a mash potato of mess
I do not understand quite how you make words so sublime
That I hear music when I read your lines
With respect, Mr. Rushdie, please don’t die
Because you are the supreme weaver of lies
Try to eat healthy, exercise when you can
And finish that ultimate novel, my marked man
Oh hey Mr. Rushdie one other advice for you
Go see Arcade Fire at a concern soon
I want you to steal their music too
And bring it into words blue as balloons
That would be a confluence of cosmic proportion
A reality-busting explosion of ether extortion
Goodness gracious me to see the words and music lock
A cinnamon burst in every single thought
These are dreams we dream of art
To give respect to those set apart
Weavers and dreamers, the same thing or more
The wanderers and the soulful, bringers of lore
This is the stuff that we can be
The stuff taken from stars and made real
If you have not heard of the Arcade Fire… many have, I know, but just in case… please have a look. They are something else.
Arcade Fire:
Sprawl: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ab2DDmwYVQw&playnext=1&list=PLD8DDE07706C85D9F&feature=results_video
(this is the Regine in the gold dress bit)
Wake Up:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OmMPaLmxKg
Rebellion (Lies):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7GjucHCQ5Y&feature=autoplay&list=PLD8DDE07706C85D9F&playnext=2
fantastic…
Honestly, I started writing an ode to the left testicle, but this is what came out instead. Probably for the better if you ask me. I am breaking my own rule and listening to music while writing, so you know, buzz buzz buzz, hum hum hum.
Hey–it worked. Part of my prompt today was to listen to a piece of music, or anything with a rhythm, and then write, and that is where my horror movie piece came from. What ever possessed me to pick that piece of music to write something to? Heh. Anyway–I loved this and glad you did not follow your own advice.
I loved your poem much much much more, infinitely much more.
will you two get a (soundproof) room….geesh
In cyberspace, nobody can hear a testicle scream.
ha! how do YOU know?
Oh boy. This conversation is about to rapidly head in a terrible, terrible direction.
You are lucky this is one of those days lewin…i’m letting you off easy. count your blessings my brother
Dear sister Americano, thank goodness for getting off the hook. However, I hope the day is looking up.
I posted this poem in “edge of frog” – http://edgeoffrog.wordpress.com/
Thank you!
I saw that. I’m sorry sir that I don’t really know much about this edge of frog, but will check it out. Thanks much.
trent.. I enjoyed this very much and I enjoyed the links to the music as well. Glad you are ahem, humming along this morning. Thank you for your thoughts on my blog this morning as well. You are on fire today
Audra
Thanks Audra… I didn’t know that was your name actually. Glad you liked the music, these guys are Canadian through and true geniuses. Always a pleasure reading your stuff… Trent
what language is she singing? why you frenchies all want to sound like us is beyond me. don’t you know any french words? seriously tho…yeah, sing it to me in french. (they are pretty darn good, sure they are from up north?) and….may rushdie feel your lips on his butt before he dies…seriously, he’d be thrilled.
It would be my distinct honour to lay a wet one on Mr. Rushdie’s presumably hairy behind before (or possibly even after, should circumstances permit) his demise. By the way, dear american, it’s called english. Not american-english, but proper english. Get used to it already. Look, I am still somewhat reeling from your last post, I’m feeling raw and a bit vulnerable at the moment, so sue me. Oh wait, that’s probably the wrong thing to say to a yank isn’t it.
lol…you are sooooo fucking lucky canada. I’m in a place to love my fellow man today because if i wasn’t i’d be on the evening news as one of those psyco bitches who went on a spree…so, for now, my only spree is imbibing in my 3rd cup of Earl Grey. I owe ya one, or two if you count the other comment i gave you a pass on. bless you and yours mon frere…one day the north and south shall meet and become friends…’til then…pepe le pew says watch out
Hey man you’re already my friend and southern belle sister. Hope the night treats you well.
Reading the comments in here is pretty entertaining in itself! Great poem, must check out your muse. Haven’t had the pleasure before.
No muse really. Just voices.
There be some weirdos hereabouts I’m afraid.
Oh so this is the place they mumble about.
Mumbling is exactly the right word for it.
hilarious poem, i thought you were talking about salman khan 🙂
Ha!
Perhaps rushing in unheedful of all obstacles is not always the best way to go from room to room. KB
It is if you’re drunk.
They are one of my favorite bands. No, Regime’s voice is not the best, but her energy is irreplaceable. She and Win have a modern day love story. You can see it in the way they look at each other. I favor Regime in some ways–looks wise.
http://youtu.be/6aRwm9jsAq8
That’s one of my favorite Arcade Fire songs, although I do love so many of them. Awesome poem. I am glad you are a fellow fan. I would love to see them live.
Check out Saturday Night Live version of Sprawl. If a sane man or woman does not fall in love with Regine after that, they are dead to the world. She is a goddess of music and energy and just sheer undeniable sparkle and light. I love that these guys are Canadian, honestly, and from a town I used to live in. Love em love em love em.
She does have light pouring out of her. I even like the weird/funny faces she makes while on stage. And I love the little sparkly-party dresses she wears while banging out the drums. She is my kind of beautiful.
Maybe I will write a poem about her.
Yeah totally. Total goddess, funny faces and weird dance moves and all, she is totally her own person and doesn’t care to be anything else as far as I can tell, and that’s just awesome. Regine Regine Regine, a poem about her would be awesome M.
Another favorite…
http://youtu.be/6ZwikOGYLL0
“Ready to Start” –it makes me think of my own path. This particular concert is one of their best. They are an incredible live band and believe me I have perused the internet looking through their live stuff.
Awesome stuff M. You have great taste in music.
Like-wise friend.