
We all have ways of dealing with our many feelings on
the matter and one of my ways is of course,
writing about it. So I thought it about time that
I shared a poem I wrote on the day of the attacks.
The Birds (for 09/11/01)
oh god
I can't fall under
static, static everywhere
on tv and
in the air
I thought I was safe when I
changed the channel but
it's snowing in New York
on a clear September morning
I think we had the first scoop
screams
like orchestration
and then this dark, pointed bird
a carnivorous, misguided thing
like origami slicing sky
lifted its baton
to make us cry
from the sidelines
on the street
WHY???
this panic is
like static
blanketing cars
sinking minds
and it's snowing in New York
on this clear September morning
no one prepared
for air to bite
(so hard to breathe)
no one stopped to think that lately
the birds have been flying low
and skimming scalps
and now
pointy antennae
buildings
tumbling
down
and I thought you made our love small.
That was nothing.
The smallest hearts
the weakest minds
have grown out of the rubble
erupting like a perverse Phoenix
gloating like a bloated ego
grinning in jagged metal
braces glimmering with pain
mocking ours and
they have this day
but not tomorrow.
I don't expect it to comfort as much as I hope to show
a glimmer of hope amidst all the darkness.
Love, Cynthia
A Bit About Myself
A little history here that may be able to
provide a little
insight into my works. I've been writing nearly
my whole life
and singing for just about the same. However
I never really
dared to couple the two and create songs
because I simply
thought that my writings were too "personal".
I thought
that no one would want to figure out the
inner
workings of
myself besides myself, and that self
exploration would be
forbidden in the world of song. I mean there
were hints of
more personal and experimental music
throughout the 80's,
but you really had to LOOK for it you know?
Peter Gabriel
dared, Kate Bush dared, but everything that
seemed to be
making the charts seemed to be encased in its
own
impenetrable plastic bubble of *safe*
bubblegum standards.
And then someone truly phenominal came along. Someone who actually had the moxy to do what I'd only mentally conceived of doing, and she did it with such artistry and passion that it broke my heart and opened it to a whole new world. That woman was Tori Amos, a singer/songwriter pianist and poet (dare I say) extraordinaire. Please visit "A Dent in the Tori Amos Net Universe" to find out anything and everything about this wonderful woman.
So she truly inspired me to begin the conception of my own songs. For a long time they lived in separate worlds. My writings would stay in my personal diaries and I would sing other peoples' songs. And a long time ago in a galaxy far far away I was actually a "lounge lizard" but that's another book in and of itself. Let's just say that it wasn't fulfilling as an artist for me to be pretending to be Whitney Houston or Barbara Streisand for the people. It was A JOB.
WITCHBALLS AND SHADOWS
Here are a few poems from the book... You can also find samples of my poetry in last winter's issue of Gray Matter Tapestry, the December '99 issue of Stirring: A Literary Collection and in the archives of Liquid Glyph. Support the poets of the world and follow those links, wonchya?
Updates: 01/2001 The CD is finally complete! You can download MP3s and purchase said CD at my MP3.com site. You can find me at:
Updates: 05/2001
If you're interested in purchasing my book of poetry entitled "Book of Shadows", please know that I am now accepting payments exclusively through Paypal. My hope is that this system makes people feel a little safer about purchasing on line. Signing up is completely secure, easy and doesn't cost a thing. It won't take more than a couple minutes to sign up. Just click on the button and the link that says "sign up here" at the bottom of the page. Also, I'm still donating $1.00 from each sale to one of my favorite causes, R.A.I.N.N.To purchase, please click on the button below.
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SOME BUDDIES' SITES...
Jerry at the Movies---a damn fine website devoted almost entirely to Independent Film, run by a damn fine individual (if I must say so myself)
Gray Matter Press---a damn fine publishing company specializing in poetry and genealogy
Stirring: A Literary Collection---a damn fine literary collection (that I've been published in myself)
Liquid Glyph---a damn fine Chicago poetry webzine (that I've been published in myself)
The God Site---Click this link and find out why God is constantly testing my faith, despite his direct blood relation. "Do you need a woman to look after you?" I pose the question...
Poetry Super Highway---a really, really popular place to get yer quality poetry...updated once a week by a fascinating bloke called Rick...who also happens to be Jewish.
And, just for fun...
Remember kids, Tori Amos
always says:
So why can't you?
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my fine foxy friend...