adventures in dysthymia

Monday, May 31, 2010

IT WAS a rather uneventful Memorial Day weekend for me; the high point was grilling red potatoes with a mustard-olive oil marinade -- barbecuing, Lad style (i.e. vegetarian). The left-overs were almost as good cold this morning.

I did not get to White Springs, of course. To be honest, my back and hips are so sore right now I might have had trouble being mobile in the rather large Stephen Foster park. Overuse and muscle soreness, nothing permanently wrong with me (as I continue to claim...). I've been doing a lot of chopping (including using an axe to take down a good size oak tree) and mowing and carrying and barge-toting and bale-lifting. So I've had to lay off for a while.

Well, maybe the Florida Folk Festival will be on my itinerary next year. Maybe a lot of events I've missed the last couple years will be. What will be, que sera, etc.

The next best thing to hearing all the music live this weekend was being able to listen to Mean Mary's brand new CD, Walk a Little Ways With Me. Yes, I know it's incorrect usage. Tell my niece about it. But the music is purty good. My fave cut, I think, is The Choctawhatchee Waltz. Joy is good too, an instrumental take-off on Beethoven's Ode to Joy.

I hope she didn't get too wet at the Festival. I hear it poured just before she was supposed to go on Saturday evening. Probably wasn't conducive to having a large crowd at the Amphitheater!

Thursday, May 27, 2010

REGIMENTAL

Should I choose to go bare,
eschewing underwear
beneath my kilt of plaid,
would that be so bad?

Surely there's no harm
and no cause for alarm,
if I promise not to flash
nor do aught else that's rash

and try to be
a gentleman
but I must go
regimental, man!

Briefs just don't feel right --
they bind, they're far too tight,
and those baggy boxers
went out with bobby-soxers!

I need to feel the breeze
waft above my knees,
and so I'll go without
but don't you ever doubt

I'll try to be
a gentleman
but I must go
regimental, man!

For to ones precious manhood
tight pants are detrimental;
that is why a man should
always go regimental

and try to be
a gentleman.
I must go
regimental, man!

Stephen Brooke ©2010

Another dopey song. Verse-verse-chorus-verse-verse-chorus-bridge-chorus, probably an instro break after second chorus. Assuming, of course, that one would actually perform such a bit of silliness.

PIRATIC!

The Captain:

My manner and my bearing
are aristocratic
And it's true I have
a flair for the dramatic;
Though at times I seem quite
eccentric and erratic,
I'm proven and I'm practiced
in all things piratic!

Piratic! Piratic!
That's what I am!
I sail ships and I sink them
from Scilly to Siam!
Piratic! Piratic!
That's what I'll ever be!
A pirate through and through!
It's the life for me!

The Crew:

We're scruffy, we're unkempt,
and somewhat aromatic,
The dregs of Seven Seas,
even the Adriatic!
But do not take us lightly,
on this we are emphatic:
We're bloody buccaneers
and in all ways piratic!

Piratic! Piratic!
That's what we are!
We sail ships and we sinks 'em
from Dover to Dakar!
Piratic! Piratic!
That's what we'll ever be!
Piratic to the core!
A scourge upon the sea!

The Captain:

Once, life was circumscribed,
each day gray and static;
I was surrounded by
the bland and bureaucratic.
Freed by the boundless sea,
now I'm the charismatic
captain of this vessel
and bold crew most piratic!

All:

Piratic! Piratic!
That's what I am!
I sail ships and I sink them
from Scilly to Siam!
Piratic! Piratic!
That's what I'll ever be!
A pirate through and through!
It's the life for me!

Piratic! Piratic!
That's what we are!
We sail ships and we sinks 'em
from Dover to Dakar!
Piratic! Piratic!
That's what we'll ever be!
Piratic to the core!
A scourge upon the sea!

Stephen Brooke ©2010


Another song for the musical-in-progress. The title song, actually, to be sung by the assembled pirate crew. Okay, it's sort of Pirates of Penzance meets Pirates of the Caribbean, I know.

Things go on, here at Peanut Road. Will have to skip the Florida Folk Festival this year (again). I'd had hopes of leaving Mom with my sister for one day and making the trip but the fact is her care requires lifting now. She's not heavy and I do have a weightlifting background so that's not a problem for me but I can't take the chance of her falling or something and no one being around to get her up. Just getting her on and off the potty, into chairs or bed, requires physical exertion. I have had to start using diapers on Mom now, at least at night. I was getting tired of washing pads, sheets, blankets, clothes, twice a day.

So, anyway, I won't be seeing 'Mean Mary' nor any of my folkie friends this weekend. But I'm sitting here listening to Mary's brand new CD so that helps a little.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

MY FIELDS

The south wind brings the Gulf to my fields,
sea-scent sighing across the grass-tops.

Only the dragonfly hovers here,
motionless over waves that find

no shore, know no seabirds' cries.
Yet there is a whisper of salt in the air,

a half-remembered tale of the sun.
Fifty miles and more it is

to the Gulf, but when the wind
lies in the south, it comes to my fields.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

So, two poems in two days...don't expect me to keep this up! I can catch a distant scent of the Gulf of Mexico here, occasionally (and did, today). Pretty far away for it to be commonplace. That's one thing I do miss; most of my life I've lived within a few miles of the Gulf or the Atlantic.

Sun May 16, 6:16PM -- revised this a tad, one line didn't quite scan properly!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

BOX

We attempt to keep God in a box --
an ark of wood, a temple of stone,
a theology of words.

He will not fit, try as we may
to bend him, diminish him.
God is too large

for any box but our heart.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

A short and self-explanatory piece, free verse. Most of the lines came to me while I was out mowing (with my new Steve-propelled Brill reel mower!).

I've very much neglected posting here and will, no doubt, continue to do so. Just the way it is now. I realized a while ago that I have not written/emailed any of my friends since the start of this year. I used to correspond a lot but I can't seem to get interested in writing anyone at this point, much less maintain any sort of personal friendship. And the idea of being in a relationship right now is simply laughable.

Things do go on, however, and so will I. Mom's health is still reasonably good and I expect to be caring for her a while longer. I can always give more one-on-one attention to her than she would get in a nursing home and it's not any true burden (except maybe on the psyche).

I don't know if I'll be getting out and about any this spring and summer. Maybe I can manage a day at the Fla Folk Festival at the end of May but I'm not really hopeful.