Unblock Writers Block
"It was the stir of the echoes of a dream
Ghost of a whisper rhythmic mystic nightmare
Scent that lingered on the tip of my tongue
Shivering to the chill of a long forgotten blizzard in cherry blossom spring
I'm not half the man I wish I was when I was...."
"I've not been inclined to write
Insight brought me past the point of recite
So I guess Ive left things to bottle up inside
Sometimes its too hard to rhyme
When the words are too heavy to cross that line
I'm confined sometimes
In a prism where I see light refract but cant express it
But I unwind most times
Living my life to the fullest extent of every second...."
Writers block sucks.
I havent been able to write anything for the last few months and it is starting to piss me off. In the past I have found solace in writing about my block. The process of forcing rhyme and rhythm about some kind of subject usually triggers a flurry of insight into something...
Not this time.
So I am stuck with a massive collection of unfinished poems, rhymes that don't rhyme with anything meaningful, and about three personas that are itching to express themselves, but can't find the words to do so. Chef, Soul and Rygo are slowly trying to break through the wall that left sided R.A.G. has put up. Can't we all just get along? Does this mean I have multiple personality disorder....hmmm...maybe I can register for SSI :)
Try explaining that one to a psychologist...hehehe
In other news...
This past Sunday I was at the Caribbean festival handing out flyers for a spoken word fundraiser for Eddie Conway (see flyer above). I ran into a guy who insisted that I spit for him. After I was done he took my phone number and asked me if I would do an interlude for him on his next album. I told him I definitely would be interested. We'll see how this all pans out. This will mark the third time that I have been approached by someone in the recording industry to rhyme for them...
The first time was in Oman, some manager/DJ from Dubai heard me rhyme and wanted to sign me up. Too bad he was a narc, too bad he tried to bust some people, too bad he's in jail now...we'll maybe not too bad...Karma sucks doesnt it...Strike 1
I was at a spoken word event, and some socialist guy said that he wants to record me. He is also a spoken word artist, albeit from an older generation. He told me that he would record me in November, it is now July...Strike 2
Beneath my shy quiet exterior lies an attention whore of a performer addicted to the spotlight and gratification of applause. Well, sort of but not really. It would be awesome to be recorded somewhere, to be invited to perform, to be paid to do something (even if its a mere pittance.) It would be awesome if I could actually finish something new...
I tell you, sometimes it seems like I ask for too much :)