General Poetry posted March 9, 2009 Chapters: 1 -2- 3... 


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Observational conversation.

A chapter in the book Between Skipped Beats

My Beat Corner

by Mike K2

There exists a musical intersession
around my often traveled intersection.
A man rests, lilting arpeggiations and complex chords;
upturned and perfectly oblivious at the passing hoards.

An old woman reeks of the impending, implied funeral dirge,
with sad memories and bitter feelings, that needn't be urged.
Grunging looks at music in her head, a teen needs no urgin'
peering from behind a loud facade, a fearful, scared virgin.

Lilting of choppy, whimsical notes of children's sends,
tired at the routine and "do da do di dat", hoping it will end.
A hardboiled teen stops the action with his metallic like scream,
an Oriental simply blocks it out with temple horn, it does seem.

A philanthropic black just looks around with jazzy complexion,
a misanthropic one, avoids all with his blues and perplexion.
A younger one can barely avoid jumping out of his feet,
living the tune of his ancestor's driving and seductive beat.

All broadcasts enter into this artist's, syncopated beat of Zydeco,
with a love for picking up on all, what a great way to go...




Reviewer, please note. Rhyme and meter play there part, but since the described music varies so do these. Beat is mixed with music and with out my studio, I can not demonstrate the interrelation of the dynamics of this.

Photograph taken by Michael W. Kohlman in 1982. I love this one and have been dieing to use it. I conned my way on to a teathered hot air ballon in the parking lot of Parkville Shopping center. Just after snapping the shutter, the burner went out just a wind knocked the air out of the ballon. The pilot had to grab my but with one hand and start the burner with the other. If you think I was scared, you should have seen the look on the people's faces that I had just photographed. There was a fear of a scrambled Meg. LOL
If any one took a look at the vast variety of music that I love or the order that I enjoy listening to it, it would drive everyone mad. I love this poem as it allows me to compare music and people. The accompanied beat music that I have been listening to, started to get me to think about people in such terms. I am no Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek or Daryll Read, but I sure love taking a stab at that world.

I also love ethnic music and what better way to pay homage to it then to include the culture. Black music is to me like Black food, it just doesn't exist. Being every adaptive, it took various elements and converted it into something for them, then we discovered it and incorporated it into our own. Music is an adaptive process and I believe that people are the same.
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