Thursday, September 29, 2005

Some thoughts forwarded to me by a friend with too much time on her hands:

I had amnesia once -- or twice.

I went to San Francisco. I found someone's heart. Now what?

Protons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic.

All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy.

If the world were a logical place, men would be the ones to ride horses side-saddle.

What is a "free" gift? Aren't all gifts free?

They told me I was gullible ... and I believed them.

Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when he grows up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto a freeway.

Two can live as cheaply as one, for half as long.

Experience is the thing you have left when everything else is gone.

What if there were no hypothetical questions?

One nice thing about egotists: They don't talk about other people.

When the only tool you own is a hammer, every problem begins to look like a nail.

A flashlight is a case for holding dead batteries.

Why do people say "close proximity"? Is there a "far proximity?"

My weight is perfect for my height -- which varies.

I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.

The cost of living hasn't affected its popularity.

What was the greatest thing before sliced bread?

How can there be self-help "groups"?

Is there another word for synonym?

What's another word for thesaurus?

What rhymes with orange?

Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all"?

The speed of time is one-second per second.

Is it possible to be totally partial?

Is Marx's tomb a communist plot?

If swimming is so good for your figure, how do you explain whales?

Show me a man with both feet firmly on the ground, and I'll show you a man who can't get his pants off.

It's not an optical illusion. It just looks like one.

Is it my imagination, or do buffalo wings taste like chicken?

They asked me if I had a problem being ignorant and apathetic. I told them, "I don't know and I don't care!"

Life is like a roll of toilet paper... the closer you get to the end, the faster it goes.

Work in progress:
building blocks stacked,
each an inch

closer to heaven.
We never finish
piling B atop A

and One on Three
before toppling each other’s
unsteady towers.

Stephen Brooke ©2005
Watched most of Scorsese's Dylan documentary earlier this week. Interesting, yeah, but I'd say that anyone interested in Bob's musical career during that period (mid 60s) would do better to start with the concert documentary made during the period, Don't Look Back, and make your own conclusions about his artistry without all the commentary.

Had a couple gigs on the weekend. The first turned out to be kind of lousy. Not one of those legendary gigs from hell -- more like a gig from purgatory. Though it was certainly hot enough on a steel stage under the mid-day sun to feel pretty close to hell. The sound system (or maybe the sound man) left much to be desired too. But we got through it without too much trouble and were almost in tune with each other.

Sunday was much nicer. Can't blame the sound man there for any problems in that I was doing double duty and running my own PA. I even did some recording of the performance; what with it being a Humane Society show there is quite a bit of barking in the background!

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

a blues

by Stephen Brooke ©2005

Playin’ at your table,
never let me choose;
I have nothin’ to wager,
nothin’ but these blues.
Toss the dice and tell me
if I win or lose.

Because tomorrow is a story,
a story I know so well.
Yes, tomorrow is a story,
a story I know too well.

Feelin’ just like Muddy,
like I can’t be satisfied;
nothin’ seems to help me,
nothin’ that I’ve tried.
I’m playin’ double or nothin’
and lettin’ it all ride.

Because tomorrow is a story,
a story I know so well.
Oh, tomorrow is a story,
a story I know too well.

Got my troubles, baby,
but trouble’s nothin’ new;
things are never easy
no matter what I do.
But I’m not blamin’ life;
I’m sure not blamin’ you.

Because tomorrow is a story,
a story I know so well.
Yes, tomorrow is a story,
a story I know too well.

Playin’ at your table,
never let me choose;
I have nothin’ to wager,
nothin’ but these blues.
Toss the dice and tell me now
if I win or lose,

When tomorrow is a story,
a story I know so well.
Oh yes, tomorrow is a story,
a story I know too well.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Two show announcements for this weekend:

Barwick Heritage Day Festival

Held in Barwick's Central Park from 9 am to 5 pm, Sat Sept 24, the Barwick Heritage Day Festival will feature laser tag, a petting zoo, donkey rides, arts and crafts, face painting, and good family fun!

There will be a skateboarding demonstration and LIVE ENTERTAINMENT all day.


Come hear Shadows on the Swanee play a set. Not sure when we go on, so just plan to spend the day!

For further info and vendor info call (229)735-2311

Shaggy Chic

Join us at the Shaggy Chic Thomasville Humane Society fashion show and fund raiser on Sunday September 25 at the Pebble Hill Plantation. Performances by Shadows on the Swanee, Stephen Brooke, and special guest Hananel Mavity. The fashion show starts at 2:00 but we'll be starting the music around 1:30 so be sure to show up early!

Donation is $12 and tickets are available at the Thomasville Humane Society and at the Pebble Hill Plantation. PHB is located on Thomasville Road (US 319) -- call 226-2344 for more info. There will be refreshments and door prizes!

All proceeds benefit the Thomasville-Thomas County Humane Society of Thomasville GA.

Friday, September 16, 2005


The shadow you cast
has outlasted
the memory of our sun.
It shone on your face.

We made the dawn
our lover, then;
we slept in the cool arms
of a summer past.

Night and all
its distant stars
tell me I once dreamed;
and dreams must slip away.

Would I were
a pine, binding
rock-rooted earth to sky.
I yearn toward heaven.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

Thursday, September 15, 2005


Word after word: toy trains of words
that go around and around
have carried me. Shall I wave
to the painted metal people

I created and placed just so?
Each fixed smile, each plastic facade,
becomes a landmark, reassurance
for the secret passenger,

the hobo who seeks empty boxcars;
I could sleep here forever, lulled
by the songs that I have woven
of a transformer’s muted hum.

Word after word: the shiny stock
that should be bound for distant towns
encompasses my days’ horizons;
I no longer count the passing.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


I have saved your every word;
kept each for planting in my fields.

Now, they lie fallow; these seeds will sleep.
But in its season, all that passed

between us will be trained upon
an arbor framed of verse, a vine

gravid with our ripened fruit.
I will bottle you like wine.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

Monday, September 12, 2005

Some little announcements: first, y'all be sure to drop by and read the September edition of Carolina Potpourri. Sherrie's done a great job, once again. And some of you submit some material!

Second, I have new product up at my Cafe Press shop. I've neglected it far too much. More merchandise will be showing up. Count on it!

Third, just thought I'd mention that I have a couple shows coming up in two weeks, both up in Georgia. The Barwick Festival, held of course, in Barwick on Saturday the 24th and a benefit for the Thomasville Humane Society at the Pebble Hill Plantation on Sunday the 25th. Anyone who reads this and is anywhere near the area, came by. Especially Barwick...they won't be asking for money there. :D

Oh, realized I didn't make it clear that those were music shows, not art. I'll be playing ~S

Friday, September 09, 2005

The Prophecy, Fulfilled

Beside me in the dark, you said
you couldn’t see us together

in the long run. If ever you
should have lied, it was then.

Then, when I began to leave.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

Tuesday, September 06, 2005


This is a good thing;
no, really it is.
Now my horizons
sing to me.
Now you are free
of my necessity.

This is a good thing
and tomorrow
will tell you all
I could not,
every story
whose ending I forgot.

Look in any mirror;
it is a sky
where our reflections
must take wing.
Kiss me and know
that this is a good thing.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

Monday, September 05, 2005

Mexican restaurant tanka

between sips you say
lets just be friends

we dance
on Cinco de Mayo

Stephen Brooke ©2005
Sideshow #3

The small illusions
I conjure are harmless –
a shiny word
plucked from the air,
an omelet of rhymes
stirred up in my hat.

Applause and pennies
thrown from the hands
of children, claim
this puppet show,
where metaphor
trades jabs with meaning.

Please go next door
for the dancing
girls, gents.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

I think this is number three...the first two are in Pieces of the Moon...someday I'll go through this stack of unedited poems and make sure!

Friday, September 02, 2005

Well, the Polka cancelled on me for this weekend. Don't blame her one bit with gas the way it is. I still may be heading for White Springs tomorrow night though; I have some work in the morning and I'll see how the gas situation is while I'm out and about.

I wasn't all that anxious to go scalloping anyway. I've dabbled at being vegetarian over the years and one of these times it will probably stick. Gave up hunting and fishing years ago. Didn't seem compatible with my journey.

So what should I trot out at the mike? I haven't done Rainbow Connection yet in public; maybe I'll try that...and the Colorado Trail, maybe. I feel like yodeling!
Ray Nagin, The Mayor of New Orleans has something to say...
Lucky Lad?

Steve is a Winner! I entered a giveaway at one of the message boards I visit and won this microphone from Front End Audio. Thanks, Warren!

It may not be as good (time will tell) as my Audio-Technica 4049s but rather nice, none the less, and could prove useful, maybe as an acoustic guitar mike, on percussion, etc.

Well, the big Labor Day weekend is almost upon us and no one wants to drive with the gas situation. That's going to hurt a resort town like this which depends on visitors, especially on the big holidays. I'll probably get out some. Plan to go scalloping -- the one good thing is that there will probably be fewer people in the water competing for them. I'm hoping that the storms haven't had much impact on the flats here.

My friend/musical partner Karen Polka still intends (last I heard) to come down and try her luck with the scallops too. Then, most likely, up to White Springs on Saturday night for the open mike at the Stephen Foster Park. We'll see if the gas thing keeps folks away from there too!

Thursday, September 01, 2005


Please don’t
make me happy.
I’ve been happy before
and don’t think I could live through that

I wrapped you up
in tissue paper dreams
only to put you away and

Stephen Brooke ©2005
brush cat hair
from the chairs