Don’t you lock up something that you wanted to see fly.
This guy gets it. Great cover of a timeless song. He made it his own.
I know this is a poetry blog, peppered with other silly nonsense that I might write, but I’ve found myself thinking lately on the impotence of poetry in comparison to some other forms of expression. Sacrilege, I’m aware. Particularly when we’ve deified the simple poem, promoting the torn-paper poets to superstars and timeless sages. Time itself will decide the truth or falsity of that. For what it’s worth, I’m no poet– the moniker has been corrupted, but I write some poems.
Music takes the simple poem and gives it life, depth, and new dimensions where only the greatest of writers can achieve anything on a similar level with just words. Even art, where the artist spends hours, or days, or weeks, maybe even years on a piece– doesn’t stay with us long enough to be loved, each piece admired briefly, and then cast onto our piles of memories, its intricacies and subtleties soon forgotten.
I might do some more recordings for those who’d like to hear the poems as I’d heard them when writing them. Yes, I often write out loud 😉 Still, it isn’t music, the emotion of a poem sterilized in ink, a voice quieted.