The Dangling Conversation

I believe I have said before that I think in music. What I really mean by that is my mind is easily triggered to recall a song based upon things people say or things I read. Sometimes it is just a short phrase that recalls a lyric to a song. I recently experienced the opposite when a song I played reminded me of two recent poems by someone I follow, and who writes some very powerful and beautiful works.

Her name is Angela Kay and the poems I am referring to are called Drowning and Wallpaper. I strongly encourage you too follow her or at least read those two poems.

I am a fan of Simon & Garfunkel. I recently bought a collection since I had lost mine in that storm. As soon as this one from 1966 started to play I thought of Angela and those poems. Here is Dangling Conversation from the album Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme. I love the way the music matches a particular section of the lyrics.

It’s a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.

And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we’ve lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
“Can analysis be worthwhile?”
“Is the theater really dead?”
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You’re a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

image snagged from Angela’s blog header


                    1. I would have a hard time arguing that. Funny how so many people don’t realize it is a war protest song because they can’t hear/make out the lyrics sung under or in counterpoint to the main lyrics

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      1. Did you just pay me a compliment? Or you gave it to yourself?
        I’ll go one step further. I sometimes associate words with paintings. But, this all has to do with what we talked about recently. How I experience a piece of writing for example is defined by my interests, personality, knowledge and experience. I believe we all do it, consciously or unconsciously.

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                    1. Sorry, not very good with receiving those. Thank you for the compliment.

                      Actually, depth of well-readness is a quantifiable thing, and I ASSURE you that you are much more well-read than I. It is what it is.

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                    2. This is not a competition in who’s better. We all learn from each other.
                      If I thought you were my inferior, I wouldn’t be here in the first place.
                      If I were shallow on the other hand, the only thing you’d get for your poems would be – nice.
                      There you go. Are you talking notes?

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