Sunday, May 2, 2010

Poetry Bus - the rock n roll poem

So Watercats challenged us to write about sex, or drugs, or rock, or roll (or any combination of those four that worked for us). Not only that, but we were challenged to read it out, a daunting prospect, anyway - here it is, complete with nasal voice and dodgy video skills, i'll put the words further down for anyone who doesn't want to witness the strangeness of a rock n roll poem spoken in a small room alone.

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22 comments:

the watercats said...

This is possibly one of my favourites of yours so far! The images are just fantastic! and I'm loving the video :-D It's perfect, there's something about the empty room noise that makes it very rock and roll (the aftermath etc).. I could help but wonder if this was Thurles after Feile, lol

Rachel Fox said...

I completely forgot about reading it out this week! Won't get to it today for sure.
This is strong and haunting. I may be haunted by those half-burgers in particular...
x

Poetikat said...

Really brilliant! It brings back so many memories. That line about the not dead, but lazy carcasses is great!
The final line is KILLER!

Kat

The Bug said...

Being technologically challenged I didn't try to do a video - but I really enjoyed yours! I have the American's fascination with accents - I think I could listen to you all day.

And I like the poem as well - all that crazy untamed excess - you painted the picture perfectly!

Niamh B said...

Thanks Watercats, I like to think of it as any town that hosts a mad concert or festival, but yeah Féile would be right up there... (ok it was Slane)
Tks Rachel, the half burgers always come back to haunt you, lol
Tks Poetikat! Glad you enjoyed, brings back many lack of memories for me, but c'est la vie!
Tks The Bug, it's funny, I hate my accent, and my voice, I couldn't even relisten to this at all!! altho I host a weekly radio show, strange world we live in!

Totalfeckineejit said...

'Later streets deep gold with rainbowed arcs of insides'
That's a mighty line Niamh,It really rolls off the tongue (the words not the vomit) I think Ill steal it and pretend I roted it.
You paint a vivid picture and the disappionted statue is a neat touch.
You read well, have you ever thought of performing? Or going on radio. Isn't it awful listening to yourself? Your accent is grand,Purebred, mines a feckin soupy mongrel.

Enchanted Oak said...

You are very inventive in your take on Watercats' theme. I enjoy this perspective, seeing the effects of a riotous concert on a town. Lovely voice, too.

Jeanne Iris said...

My favorite line, "streets deep gold with rainbowed arcs of insides gotten rid of, sold, strewn, congealed," illustrates the morning after brilliantly. I love the way you show us your work in progress with all the scratch outs as you read this lovely poem so well, truly a work of art!

Don't Feed The Pixies said...

Niambh - love this - very atmospheric and well read! Even Michael Stipe in the background added to the feeling - great stuff

Uiscebot said...

That's a brilliant poem. Loved the ending - great image

Niamh B said...

Thanks TFE, no stealing allowed, no I've never considered radio or performing or listening to myself nonstop for 34 hours, as you might do if you were to visit http://sundayscrapbook.blogspot.com :-)
Thanks Oak, you're very kind.
Thanks Jeanne - yes - being too lazy to reprint does have its advantages! I'm glad you noticed!
Thanks DFTP - REM - Slane 95 - the messy town of Slane and trying to get out of it, definitely a large part of this one.
Thanks Uisce, most kind, I have to find that statue and read that poem beside it... some day...

Pure Fiction said...

Nice touch with the video and sound track accompaniment - I like this poem a lot, particularly the 'hidden doubts' line.
And the final verse is great.

Argent said...

This was cracking! Don't be ashamed of your voice - it sounds great! Everyone hates their voice I think, I know I do. The imagery in this was state-of-the-art, I could really see everythin (perhaps a bit too well!). Anyway, great work.

Niamh B said...

Thanks a million Pure Fiction, hope you're back on board next week! No excuses!!!
Thanks Argent, it was good of Watercats to force us to vocalise the poem tho, I know it made me work harder on it!

Titus said...

Oh God, that was brilliant! The poem, the voice, the video - I felt like I was at a "happening". I'm with the watercats - one of my favourites of yours for me, thus far. Such a strong poem, and so many layers added by hearing the poet read. Incredible.

Sandra Leigh said...

Although the rainbow arcs were a vivid image, I think I like the teeny bra best of all. Ah, youth. Oh - and you want to hear a nasal voice? Go listen to myreading. I had no idea I was that stuffed up. I think before the next reading, I'll invest in some of those things you can paste to the outside of your nose to keep you from snoring.

Karen said...

This is great work, Niamh. The images put us right there.

Peter Goulding said...

Oh god, the filth and the fury! Happy days, but I'm far too old to find it appealing now!
Mightily constructed.

Huhtikuunnoita said...

I like hear you voice and how you read this poem. Good rhythm.

Niamh B said...

Thanks Titus! glad you enjoyed!
Ah Sandra, your recording wasn't half bad either! It's just true - we all hate our voices.
Thanks Karen!
Thanks Peter - I know, it loses its lustre very gradually doesn't it?
Thanks Huhtikuunnoita, you're very kind to have listened!

Titus said...

Good Lord, and no disrespect intended, but from the post one above it appears the Icelandic volcano has got it's own blog.

Niamh B said...

Surely Eyjafjallajökull deserves it's own blog!