I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
this poem brought up memories for me of a song from home... so some lyrics and then a link:==================================PROCESS MAN -- Great Big SeaAnd its go boys goThey'll time your every breathAnd every day you're in this place your two days nearer deathBut you go ...Well, a process man am I and I am tellin' you no lieI work and breathe among the fumes that tread across the skyThere's thunder all around me and there's poison in the airThere's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair======================and the link to a video of this song:LINK....
Thanks for the GBS link, Jon. I'm going to have to work on me lyrics a bit more now before I go off posting any links to me singin.
I like how the post and comment are so connected;a shared lyricism grounded in grit, sweat and tears.Also like the give and take in the commenting...