abeepbopbopbop

yo?yo?yo?yo?
yawns zoom
bobs footsteps dancing
taps on the shoulder
spinnin' swingin' jazzy
explosion woooooooo!hoow!ooow
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
engines going
intensity
room is spinning
You switch to another song right in the middle of another one.
smoke rings of my mind
silent frame to contain
Takeoff.
MA CHICA BWAAAY

Boy meets Girl

não entendo he said
nee-o, she said no, he said neeao,
no comprendo she said
no understand I

Accompaniment

ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY, ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY


crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep

abeepbopbopbop

yo?yo?yo?yo?

crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep

smackclapclaphuphup

ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop

woooooooo!hoow!ooow

!ow!o!wow

abeepbopbopbop

beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop

bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum
“I can’t hear you / I caahrn’t hee-er yoooou”

(Acknowledgements

whispers half-licking over downy hairs
feathers of sweat dripping to death ears
the squelch of flesh that slides
and all those others that drowned in the madding crowd

thank you for a silent frame to contain

– but though at the time wasn’t it was more like something different?



Scripts

UP and down
down and UP
UP and down
down and UP

what about the side?

the lips?

All tongue too soon abrupt.
I try to make you taste my own bodies roll, the tumbling bellow of grinding bone, corroding sours swishing, the same as in your hand that you swallow with no lips, gulp with no lips, only tongue slushing in its own slosh or mine, trying to make hear the heave as you stare at the slop droplet that sticks to the finger wet, like sticky dough swilled with thunderous taps and I might for you, if we’d only hear right here
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
The squawk of birds
ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY, ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY
No the one’s that sparkle from paradise end

yo?yo?yo?yo?

Could we have heard them in an ancient new place
ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!
Do they meant freedom from whips

woooooooo!hoow!ooow

!ow!o!wow

From clotted bloodsweat?
If our ears were to bloom, would they bleed the soaring wings?

If you bite out my drum will I gush

Waiting for the Bus

I sat there today, waiting for the bus
cars zoomed by
expensive cars
sports cars
small cars
old cars
people talking on their cellphones as if it wasn't illegal
laughing
loud music blasting from the radio
the owner bobs his head in enjoyment

I watch as they pass me by, waiting for the bus
A group of giggling girls walk to the cove
"it is such a nice day, I am so excited you guys."
There is a cool breeze
Leafs rustle all around me

Waiting for the bus, I hear the revving of engines
the changing of gears
They need to get there and they need to get there fast

Still waiting for the bus, I hear the birds chirping
where are they?
somewhere in the trees
the trees whose leaves rustle in the wind

I look at the time as I wait for the bus
A girl sits next to me
I hear the clicking of buttons as she sends out massive amounts of text messages
Another man, in his car, talking on the phone

While waiting for the bus, some surfers pass me by
I hear the click clack of their flip-flops on the ground
a bit squishy
must be wet

As I wait for the bus, I hear the bus
It's nowhere in sight but it makes its presence known
loudest engine you ever heard
as if it was about to break down
black smoke rises in the air
its getting closer

I wait for the bus to stop
It comes to a screeching halt about 10 feet away from us
we look for our student ID's
zip up our purses and walk ahead

The door slams behind me
and I am inundated with
blasting ipods, for all of us to enjoy
phone conversations in english and spanish
some soft as a whisper, others loud as the music blasting from the ipods
the repeated clicking of buttons for text messages
coughing
children screaming and crying
the bus driver announcing the stops
sighs
yawns

I wait to get off the bus and when I do
the ocean roars in front of me
the speed and rhythm of the waves
the calmness after they have left
seagulls cawing in the sky
circling their prey
babies laugh and mothers scold
splash of the water on my feet
there are cellphones here
and ipods
and loud music
but nature drowns it out
this is her territory
I enjoy her presence
A break from the technology of everyday life

Again, I wait for the bus
cars zoom by
expensive cars
sports cars
small cars
old cars
people talking on their cellphones as if it wasn't illegal
laughing
loud music blasting from the radio
the owner bobs her head in enjoyment

on my way home

waiting

i wait for the shuttle

surrounded by cars,
but I can't hear any engines going

surrounded by people,
but I can't hear a word their saying
they move their lips,
but nothing
i can't hear a thing

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

the shuttle stops in front of me,
i'm the first in line
the door opens

i believe he said something,
he looked straight at me
and he moved his lips

him, sitting behind the wheel,
wearing a navy blue sweatshirt

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

i make my way to the back of the shuttle,
i take a seat
and fix my eyes on the people seating next to me

footsteps
i should hear footsteps,
but i don't
i don't hear people's shoes hit the rubber floor

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

I see you sitting in front of me,
but I can't hear your breathing,

the shuttle starts moving
the wheels are moving underneath me,
but i can't hear them,
i know that i am moving because i can see the landscape change

i see trees where there should be bushes,
and bushes where there should be buildings

wait

somebody taps me on the shoulder,
what are they saying?
i couldn't hear him

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

he gestures "pull the cord"
okay
i pull the cord
a smile

if i keep still,
i can hear myself breathing
i can hear inside of me,
but i can't hear outside of me

i hear myself,
i can't hear you

i hear myself

i hear myself,
but i see you

i see you smiling
and having a conversation

i see you wearing sunglasses
even when the sun is not out

i see you clutching your book bag
every time the bus stops a little too abruptly

what is it with you,
why are you looking at your shoes,

look up
look up

surrounded by people,
and i can't hear a thing
what does it sound like to be surrounded by people
it should be loud
words should be intertwining and mixing together
but nothing

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

the shuttle stops
we all file into a single line
and exit the shuttle

so uniform
so orderly
even when we try not to be

i step out
and

the parking lot is a bit scary sometimes
i like not being able to hear the silence
silence can get scary often

twenty steps can feel so long
is there somebody lurking behind me

the light is an opaque orange,
it leads to the street

i am glad i can't hear a thing,
i can see the bushes rustling,
but i'm afraid to hear them
i expect something terrible to jump out

i don't want to hear the leaves rustling in the wind,
i rather listen to the sound in my ear

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

concentrate on the music,
forget your surroundings
you are almost home

i open the front door,
it smells like rats and wet wood,
home sweet home.

If you wanna rock you rock.

Eric Hutchinson looks like this… You lure me in, innocently inviting me to give up my innermost thoughts.

Eric Hutchinson sounds like this…

Rock & Roll
He's been waiting around for the weekend
figuring which club to sneak in
fancy drinks and fifty dollar cover charge
lately it's been a big hassle
heineken and new castle
to make sure he's fitting in and living large
disregard the lies that he will tell and what he's probably like
cause it's not hard his charm is gonna get him through the night

if he wants to rock he rocks
if he wants to roll he rolls
he can roll with the punches long as he feels like he's in control
if he wants to stay he stays
if he wants to go he goes
he doesn't care how he gets there long as he gets somewhere he knows

see her heavy makeup and cut t-shirt
every girl out wants to be her
but they look the same already why adjust
reading the magazine secrets
forgetting the topical regrets
cause if she comes home all alone the night's a bust
it's a must the swivel in her hips and the look she gives
it's all her trust if only in the morning she knew where she lived

if she wants to rock she rocks
if she wants to roll she rolls
she can roll with the punches long as she feels like she's in control
if she wants to stay she stays
if she wants to go she goes
she doesn't care how she gets there long as she gets somewhere she knows

and in a wink they're on the brink
from drink to drink and at the bar with cash to blow
shot to shot it's getting hot
advance the plot to see how far it's gonna go
all depends so ditch the friends and grab a cab
another chance at cheap romance
doesn't count 'cause the room is spinning
nothing to lose tonight they both are winning
and they fall in love as they fall in bed

if they wanna rock they rock
if they wanna roll they roll
they can roll with the punches long as they feel like they're in control
if they wanna stay they stay
if they wanna go they go
they don't care how they get there long as they get somewhere they know
Your soft, raw, vintage vibe invites. Organic. Pure musical compositions, a form of human expression filled with reality and slight mistakes. Rock and Roll has a sheer breadth of musical styles, effortlessly encompassed into one single song. My favorite song. Your innocent voice swerves from a gritty growl to a shimmering falsetto and leads into a jazzy experience. Instrument. Your music pours out with angelic ease. You switch to another song right in the middle of another one. Takeoff.

Laying down percussive hand slaps on the strings. Clapping, involving me in the melody, the beat. Frolicking. The piano-like guitar line crosses the frets while you sway around in your chair. Guitar is focused into an idea, your real message. Piano is a very dynamic instrument, my favorite. The two propose great versatility. Relaxing and overwhelmingly transforming mood. Graceful tempo. The chorus is an explosion. You build your song. Life. Repetition. Heightened volume, increased busyness. Increasing intensity before stopping it in its tracks. You switch to another song right in the middle of another one. Takeoff.

I love you.

She holds her womb absently. Already distracted from that other mother even before she has even arrived or gone. I was smiling and so happy. For the third time you decided to make the promise. Seriously, it was awesome and I loved it. The whole day was filled with friends, but i still felt like my besties were missing and it was a weird and lonely feeling. Love till death do you part. Right. I give it a few years.

I went to dinner last night. Fell in love with a girl I had only known for a couple weeks. We were supposed to be soul mates. The love of my life died in a car crash. She was hit at 90 miles per hour. She was only twenty years old. I'm waiting for that call u speak of!
I was committed to an insane asylum at the age of twenty-three. “Something just doesn’t click,” they say. I thought loved lasted forever but I thought wrong. Love once so sweet, now so sour. Broken promises, regrets, separation. There where we always sink into reeking eternity and find ourselves lost or found, u deserve much more than that.

Thats all you have to say!
I miss you!

ETP V: Memory and Post-Memory

The Then and Now
"The Life He Left Behind"

0. He was born eight pounds, eight ounces, and measured two feet long.

1. He lived in San Francisco until the age of two.

2. His parents took him out to the suburbs, where he learned how to be cynical and funny.

3. One night at the dinner table, he said, "hey, I know how to write my name," and his mom said, "No, they will teach that in preschool next year, but you don't know how yet," and his father said, "hey, why don't you let him try at least?"... and they did. E-circle with two legs-I-C.

4. He learned how to write his name correctly in preschool.

5. He fell off his bike (on his second attempt to go down a steep hill) and his entire face was a scab for a while. Lost his three front teeth to the concrete of Sweetwater Drive. The neighbors all gave him pity toys and his mom gave him some color-changing MicroMachines.

6. When he was five, his parents divorced. The first memory of this new life was his first day of kindergarden, when only his dad was there. "Where's mommy?" he asked. "She's dead," replied his dad. Of course, he was joking, he was upset (hence the divorce).

7. Second year of instructional league baseball, his dad was the coach and they were sponsored by the local pizza place. That is when his affinity for pizza began.

8. At the age of seven, he heard a peer use the word "fuck" on the playground.

9. At the age of eight, he was crowned "King of Kickball."

10. At nine, he faced mounting pressures to succeed on the kickball field, so he started taking performance-enhancing drugs. By drugs, I mean candy, and lots of it. Sugar, energy, and playground... yup, that sounds right.

11. Fifth grade, first (and last) crush on a teacher. Heartbroken when she had him design her wedding invitations because he was a teacher's pet AND the best artist in the class. He did it anyway, in hopes that if he did a good job, she would leave the fiance and run away with him. Also, the first year he noticed he had a penis.

12. First year of middle school, his pants caught on his bike seat on the ride to the first day of school and he had to staple a six-inch rip.

13. Watched Jurassic Park twelve times at the movie theater.

14. First year of high school, he broke his finger in PE playing basketball on the day before basketball tryouts began. He went anyway and just stood in the corner while people tried out. He made the team anyway due to his extreme height.

15. Drank his first beer behind an abandoned warehouse. Bud Light never tasted so gross!

16. "Driving is a privilege, not a right." He became one of the six billion people behind the wheel.

17. Lost his virginity to a girl who claimed she wanted to be "bed buddies."

18. He got arrested for the felony charge of "possession of explosive devices" and was placed on probation for six months. Learned that playing with the perfect combination of water, dry ice and plastic water bottles is considered an "explosive device."

19. Discovered his love for tomatoes. He loves them in every shape, way, and form. He can eat a tomato like he could an orange, drink it as a juice, and consume as a soup.

20. Fell in love with a girl he had only known for a couple weeks. They were supposed to be soul mates (if you believe in that type of stuff).

21. Drinks beer legally for the first time. Also, the love of his life dies in a car crash. Hit at 90 miles per hour. He was devastated (to say the least).

22. He began to shy away from other people and became very recluse. He kept to himself and would only leave the house to go to church. He became very religious.

23. Lost a lot of weight. He used to weigh a hefty 190 pounds and now he is a little over 120 pounds. Such a frail frame, with cheekbones that stick out like razor blades.

24. He only has one suitcase full of personal belongings. Most of the stuff in it are letters from his soul mate (a picture of her hides in the top, right-hand corner).

25. He was committed to an asylum at the age of twenty-three. "Something just doesn't click," they say.

Take a Hike

We used to go hiking on the weekend. High in the sky, we were. Laughing and breathing. Tripping and skipping. Huffing and Puffing. You and me. The breeze carried the worry away. Took it to a place where its grip could no longer reach us. We were free from the arguments, the shouting, the hitting, the uncomfortable silence. The slow transcendence back to ground level was always the worst. There it stood by the car door, waiting for us. "you escaped my grip, but not for long" Darkness returned, hiking was over.





I thought loved lasted forever but I thought wrong. Love once so sweet, now so sour. Broken promises, regrets, separation. That was all you two could think of. Now you have nothing nice to say, nor do you. Gone are those happy days, days we seemed like a normal family, days where I was just a child and you two were the adults. Days where the darkness of life never concerned me. Go on. Live your lives. Be happy. Be separate.





As if life weren't hard enough already, you had to quit your job. The doctor said something was wrong with your brain. You could no longer function like "normal" people. Life would be different now. Slower, simpler, boring. It was out of your control, no one can control the darkness of life. You must live with it. Coexist with the enemy. Act as if things will get better even when they get worse. Whatever.





For the third time you decided to make the promise. Love till death do you part. Right. I give it a few years. Oh wait, I was wrong. 2 kids later you're still with her. I guess the third time really is a charm. I still don't have that car you promised me but with two new children to support I guess that would no longer concern you. You may not see it now, darkness has a way of deceiving you. Like most pregnancies, when you least it expect it, it will come.





Darkness has arrived, in the form of a bad economy. At least you are not alone. Have comfort in knowing many others cannot pay their bills like you, have debt like you, worry like you. I wish I could say there are happier times in the future. But for you, an old man with a new wife and two young kids, I am not so sure. Perhaps you should go hiking.

this is how you lost me

Grand like a piano,
black mixed through white
–
–
–
and it did seem apt, since you are always the older mother in grey
in the only one where you smiled




and She holds her womb

absently

. Already distracted from that other mother

even before she has even arrived or gone



Do you even remember which eve it was?


Or was that clutch a premonition, did you know she would leave?
Are you feeling now the tube rip, the lips curl back, too far?
Do you carry the pain from always inside that eve?

Does eve bring it to us – that prior to knowing that we will always be
left

alone



Are we all cradling our before known loss, right there,
inbetween

the bone and skin, the seas and skies,

there in that city of dust

of rotting blood

beneath our toes as we run through the swamping on-pour

there where we always sink into reeking eternity and find ourselves lost

or found,

in the hot wet
steam of a rice-baby now grown, whose hair never did turn black.

Daughter of daughter that forever moves with the oceans
foaming out from nebulous splurges

to lie oil bathed on the shores of a stolen isle

always taken in the dead of night

Eve



arrives to a land so strange rude

Lay hoe!

round the back

a woman with a face of years
crouching stiff over needle and thread.

Whether it be skin or silk
you buy, you buybuy?

Missy missy with the china-girl eyes,
then skipping barefoot on the sun-bleached cement

this is how you lost me

when I found I wasn’t one of any of you

this is how you lost me

Between You and me

Me
February 18 at 7:33am
HEy there!!
I love you omg the birthday basket present was awesome!!! It was so exciting to get a gift in class on my bday! i was smiling and so happy!!! I shared some nosh with the girls and my rabbi lol, we enjoyed it :) hehe! You are amazing, thanks for thinking of me and it was the perfect gift. mwaa

You
February 18 at 4:52pm
hey - ur awesome and u deserve much more than that...if i had money 0 u would get much more - u know that... anyway - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Me
February 19 at 3:22am
seriously it was awesome and i loved it!!! I went to dinner last night with a bunch of friends, it was such a gorgeous restaurant and they got a cake with sparklers hehe! then we went to a comedy club where my friend meira performed and i got to go on stage and it was funnny...and we went to karaoke omg the day and night and today was filled with fun and crazyness!!!

i got my package from home...my parents got me a camera and it s beautiful and red :):) and shayna sent me all these cute things and a bracelet and make up! their cards were awesome too, it was a pop up cake thing! pretty much this bday was Thank G-d incredible and i had a great time, but i wish u and everyone were here with me! i missed you guys and the whole day was filled with friends, but i still felt like my besties were missing and it was a weird and lonely feeling, but nevertheless 19 is awesome and a lot of fun! mwa

You
February 19 at 4:44pm
woooooooooooow..... intense... glad 2 hear that it was all good... next birthday ill be at - i hope... but that sounds awesome... i wanted 2 send a camera but im 2 cheap... sorry... anyway - have a gr8 1 and ill try callin sometime soon... ttyl
Me
February 20 at 2:21am
Yah i hope you're there next year, it will be awesome and depressing b/c ill be turning 20, which is scray as hell....and first we have ur bday :)
So, their are two other girls turning 19 this week and today is Jordana's bday, so last night at midnight we made her a scavenger hunt and surprised her with a crazy slumber party like when we were 12 yrs old lol....we brought mattresses in the beit midrash and blanket and pillows and transformed the room into a huge bed and it was so fun hahah...we still have to clean that up uchh! well, hope you have a great day and better weather than us (its rainy and cold, no more snow)....ttyl im waitin for that call u speak of!

Love Interest
February 21 at 5:13pm
without me... thank you...

Me
February 22 at 2:20am
thats all you have to say! huh...lol
r u going to be home passover??!?!
ttyl

Love Interest
February 22 at 11:45am
maybe maybe... well c - gotta c what the plans are - prob gonna be there b4 and after but not ON passover... anyway - shalom
I miss you!

Gave birth to octuplets
Eight have so far been confirmed dead
may have (been) killed
6 boys, 2 girls, she said

viable embryos
50 to 100 of its 500
Victoria state, they said,
about 90 miles, or 140

they have seen strange people in their neighbourhoods
rockets and mortar shells
the death-toll could still top 300
killed 71. She said

they spent a lot of his childhood measuring his feet
flat and skimpy
viable embryos
5,000 homeless left

If it sounds like a train,
it could be a tornado
harsh and disproportionate
death.

waiting

Maybe

Police questioning two people,
181 people and 5,000 homeless left.

Victoria state, they said,
about 90 miles, or 140


deliberately, at least.

Eight have so far been confirmed dead. She said
they have seen strange people in their neighbourhoods

50 to 100 of its 500 may have (been) killed
the death-toll could still top 300

Injured some 500 people, destroying nearly 1,000
killed 71. She said

the scenes would bear gruesome
identification, difficult.


Do you have friends or relatives in the area?

Bundles of.....

Gave birth to octuplets
6 boys, 2 girls
12 weeks of pregnancy


they are all doing quite well.

Lots of baby talk; the revelation has generated more

fertility treatments
viable embryos
caesarean delivery
oxygen
medical assistance

Warned about the risks
but they were so tiny and beautiful

Weary of the spotlight
conversations of ethical issues
regulation
counseling

All babies are fed intravenously
released from the hospital
and have a huge house to call home

ETP IV: Prose to Verse

The Reclusive Life of an American Eccentric

Opening sequence

born of a tornado, a small puppet

drawn from a skimpy historical record

strange detail

flat

ordinary

monotone

spent a lot of his childhood measuring his feet

kidnapped by a tornado, artfully manipulated

gliding smoothly in black

bringing precisely observed truth to his smallest actions

you don't argue logic with an eccentric

Brief, funny sequence

disjointed interior dialogue

"If it sounds like a train,

it could be a tornado"

"If someone knocks on your door,

it could be a tornado"

Closing sequence

never coheres into something sharp and lifelike

languid meditation

droning activity

the clock breaks.

Israel strikes Gaza after militant rocket fire

threatened
harsh and disproportionate
rockets and mortar shells
fly across the border
weapons tunnels weapons

solution
unwritten t r u c e
ends.

violence
increase steadily
intensifying by
nature.

immediate
launched response
retaliation
now.
explosions
killing

death.

waiting