As many of you know, I have had the extreme honor and privilege of sharing
my poetry with the music of The Slip on-stage, at various points in my
career.  These have been highly charged affairs, imbued with liquid grace
and excess.  The earliest recorded instance of such is a show from
Providence, RI at The Living Room in 1996.  Wetlands 9.06.99 - and the
recent set from BethelFest are two other recorded instances of such
collaboration.  I have always highly valued the presence of Slip fans
among people who partake of my poetry and always welcome subscribers to my
e-mail list serv at [EMAIL PROTECTED]

Here is a most recent effort involving sleep, visitation and the angelus.

Thank you all for your wonderful regard and commaraderie(sp?) and I urge
you all to hold fast to your love for this Band.  The Slip open so many
doors for so many, it is truly beautiful to watch such positive radiance
shine so brightly!

Stanley Gemmell
a.k.a.
Tano

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Sleep Visit Angel



The sun rises at an exact point in time.
You know when you are asleep. With a golden
halo of dreams about your difference...
you are that which farms the fields
dancing, a nimbus of rain about
your throat, all the excellence
in your smile, the dream woven
scarlet garments, the fragments
of light seeking shelter in your body.

The sun rises when you take
light into your mouth, your veins,
your dreams, running into the open
mouth like ocean.



The sun rises when you goddess take
the prayer, the fierce and tender
petition in his eyes, and all
melodious and green you wander
the rooms of his poetry, purple
supplicant to the flickering, blond
light of the sun, outside,
in the dreams you mix
like herbs and grains or
the breaded body of your worshipper.
With time, like a crystal hung upon
your smooth neck.

I-onces secretly convened in the
soft hollows of your sleeping shoulders.



The sun rises when you devastate
with kisses the face of your devoted.
And plague with love your ardent
admirer, peopled with sign-systemic
totems, burdened by great sadness,
the stars do not align, into this
life, forced by thought, the wet,
gentle tricklings.


"In your sleep you visit angels."



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Stanley Gemmell
verse
Sep.21, 2003
Watermyn




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