What I dream about when I can't sleep
I was thinking of remaking that song "Happy Trails" with new lyrics. I would make it "Hawaiian-style" and record it at an old karaoke bar with lots of locals prviding back up vocals. It would become my "Tiny Bubbles", launching me into hawaiiana lore and good fortune. I figure I would get it put on some "Classic Hawaiian Pub Songs" CD and it would get picked up locally in the Islands and then tourists would bring it back to the Mainland. People would then start singing it as a farewell to friends who are either moving or left this world. It would be so big that the new title of the song, A hui hou, would be put on my tombstone.
I would start up a website that played poems read by their authors. It would have a wide range of all types of poets. And you could choose your own or listen to the "loop of the day" which would be about 50 minutes of poetry read by authors that I have selected for that day. It would be called hearPoetry.com but the "h" would be in red and we would tell people "in the industry" that the "h" was silent. I know, weird/pretentious stuff. But hey, there I was, laying in bed thinking about this.
At three I finally got up and started drinking some OJ and checking on my Fantasy Football teams, then my basketball team as well. But I did that for too long and almost forgoy about my hearPoetry idea.
Oh, the other idea I had was about writing a book highlighting the poets I like and why I like them. I thought it would be interesting for a know-nothing-except-what-i-like guy to weigh in on the state of Poetry, past and present, in a very colloquial way. I would pontifficate about how some poetry just warms my ears, while other poetry is more of an intellectual crossword puzzle. You know, compare and contrast ol' Bukowski and Heaney. Damn that would be fun. In theory.
I have to take over parenting duties in less than three hours so I had better get back to bed and pretend I am dreaming again.
Jacko, I don't know how you do it. I think about you almost every day because I just couldn't do it. I already told my wife that if something bad happens to her that I would ask our kid's teacher to come live with me - that same day. Heck, my kid really likes her and I just couldn't do it alone. That reminds me of a lame, 80's Who song. Hah! Is there really any other kind? After Who Are You it was ALL downhill - FAST! The only thing they pulled off was a decent remake of an Elton John song. Sad. Very sad indeed.
I would start up a website that played poems read by their authors. It would have a wide range of all types of poets. And you could choose your own or listen to the "loop of the day" which would be about 50 minutes of poetry read by authors that I have selected for that day. It would be called hearPoetry.com but the "h" would be in red and we would tell people "in the industry" that the "h" was silent. I know, weird/pretentious stuff. But hey, there I was, laying in bed thinking about this.
At three I finally got up and started drinking some OJ and checking on my Fantasy Football teams, then my basketball team as well. But I did that for too long and almost forgoy about my hearPoetry idea.
Oh, the other idea I had was about writing a book highlighting the poets I like and why I like them. I thought it would be interesting for a know-nothing-except-what-i-like guy to weigh in on the state of Poetry, past and present, in a very colloquial way. I would pontifficate about how some poetry just warms my ears, while other poetry is more of an intellectual crossword puzzle. You know, compare and contrast ol' Bukowski and Heaney. Damn that would be fun. In theory.
I have to take over parenting duties in less than three hours so I had better get back to bed and pretend I am dreaming again.
Jacko, I don't know how you do it. I think about you almost every day because I just couldn't do it. I already told my wife that if something bad happens to her that I would ask our kid's teacher to come live with me - that same day. Heck, my kid really likes her and I just couldn't do it alone. That reminds me of a lame, 80's Who song. Hah! Is there really any other kind? After Who Are You it was ALL downhill - FAST! The only thing they pulled off was a decent remake of an Elton John song. Sad. Very sad indeed.