Woody Harrelson's poem "Thoughts From Within."
Tags: woody harrelson, grassroots, outreach, voiceyourself, vegan, eco, green, raw, thoughts from within, poem, spoken word
From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Thoughts From Within - Woody Harrelson
Woody Harrelson's poem "Thoughts From Within."
Tags: woody harrelson, grassroots, outreach, voiceyourself, vegan, eco, green, raw, thoughts from within, poem, spoken word
Monday, June 21, 2010
MY SON READS MY POETRY
It is especially nice to be appreciated by your own family. For one of his film class projects, my son Jimmy in Arlington chose to do a spoken word reading of one my poems from my Ironweed collection: "What I've Done" and illustrate it with a slideshow of his outstanding East Texas photography.
Cool. I didn't even know he read my stuff.
Here's the text:
What I've Done
by Jolie Blond (that's me)
06/08/04
What I've done,
I've done:
youthful pranks
and pointless desecrations,
sometimes from malice
sometimes for fun.
Isn't it strange
so many years later
sitting in this room
deranged,
derailed,
failed,
wondering where
I was snared
by bad decisions,
poor choices---
and if I could've
better fared
listening
to other voices,
wondering
if I should've been out
plundering career
instead of
adventure.
Isn't it queer
sitting here in fear
of the past's
retributions?
I won
most of the battles
I had begun:
I burned bridges,
slashed communications
isolated relations,
fought from ditches
and burned the witches.
I engineered all kinds of disaster
for those who crowned themself
my master.
I've still got things to do.
I can't be looking back
at the ruins of
battlefields past.
There are other battles
to be won
and what I've
already done,
I've done.
Tags: poetry, poem, my prose, what I've done, film school project, viral video, amateur video, unusual video, photography, cajunasian, jarvis, spoken word reading, pointless desecrations, deranged, derailed, bad decisions, other voices
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
My Aging Animal Spirits
My animal spirits keep getting bigger, more exotic, and slower. But when the world ends in 2012, my animal spirit is going to fly me out of here. A poem.
Animal Spirits
by Jolie Blond
01/28/02
People who want to stick their noses in your soul
or play touchy feely psych games
ask you what animal you'd be
if you weren't the standing up, whinning kind.
Over the years
I have gone from dog
to wolf
to brown bear
to rhino.
As I get older
my animal spirit
gets bigger . . .
and more exotic . . .
and slower.
This keeps up
and by the year 2005,
I'll be
a fire-breathing dragon.
The fire breathing part
has already started.
Tags: animal spirits, 2012, exotic, older seniors, spoken word, poetry, poem, marquisdejolie, poetAnimal Spirits
by Jolie Blond
01/28/02
People who want to stick their noses in your soul
or play touchy feely psych games
ask you what animal you'd be
if you weren't the standing up, whinning kind.
Over the years
I have gone from dog
to wolf
to brown bear
to rhino.
As I get older
my animal spirit
gets bigger . . .
and more exotic . . .
and slower.
This keeps up
and by the year 2005,
I'll be
a fire-breathing dragon.
The fire breathing part
has already started.
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