Members csm Posted March 14, 2010 Members Share Posted March 14, 2010 Short, sweet and savage (the poem, not the gurlfiend ... who's TALL, sweet and savage). Clippage from the Farrago poetry slam held monthly at the bar at RADA (Royal Academy Of Dramatic Art) -- Anna Chen performs 'Daddy Freud.' [YOUTUBE]FdqDuOyeUWw[/YOUTUBE] Warning: ZERO guitar content, except for the imaginary riff I was playing in my head ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Doctor49 Posted March 14, 2010 Members Share Posted March 14, 2010 I am the first to admit that contemporary poetry goes right past me, and always has, since the days of Ferlinghetti, Corso and Ginsberg...so I am not qualified to comment. They seemed to like her though, which is nice. But.... I scrolled along a bit on the You Tubery and found Jeff makes Eric sing Hi Ho Silver Lining! Thanks for that! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Eddie Posted March 14, 2010 Members Share Posted March 14, 2010 That was funny Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members cbh5150 Posted March 14, 2010 Members Share Posted March 14, 2010 I'll echo Doc49's sentiments on modern poetry as well, but lovely gurlfriend is lovely.So is Jeff and Eric Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Willyguitar Posted March 15, 2010 Members Share Posted March 15, 2010 Excellent performance and excellent poem. It reminded me a bit of Sylvia Plath's poem, 'Daddy': You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two-- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members csm Posted March 15, 2010 Author Members Share Posted March 15, 2010 Excellent performance and excellent poem. It reminded me a bit of Sylvia Plath's poem, 'Daddy': LGF sez, 'Well spotted! It's a parody of the Plath ...' Full Marx, WG! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Willyguitar Posted March 15, 2010 Members Share Posted March 15, 2010 LGF sez, 'Well spotted! It's a parody of the Plath ...'Full Marx, WG! Hah, got the right Engel on it then. I thought it might been, and it's a good one too, not least because you don't feel like slashing your wrists after hearing it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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