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 _____ __________ 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." _____ __________ Stanley Gemmell verse Sep.21, 2003 Watermyn Temple2 http://www.angelfire.com/il/surlsone T2 List http://www.topica.com/lists/temple2/read --------------------------------------- ** We welcome your thoughtful comments - especially newbies!. Please participate by sending an e-mail to [EMAIL PROTECTED] ** Web archive at http://email.theslip.net ** To unsubscribe: Send an e-mail to [EMAIL PROTECTED] with the text 'signoff theslip' in the body of the message
