They are there again, just like they were yesterday.
See, my day has been just good
I manage to make a living and don’t complain
But these guys just want to make me cry
I have never done anything to hurt them
I patiently wait for a snake-child to cross
If ever our paths crossed
And I definitely never hurt fleas
But they do not let me be
They know what time I pass by every evening
On my way back from work
They see me lost in thought in some part of my mind
And with the other part looking all around me critically appraising my environment
Looking for new stimulation and absorbing the world around me
They see me all the while nodding my headphone-padded head to some beat
So they settle at that same spot, right on scene
Working up the steam on their acts and arts
Up to that moment when I walk by
They start with regular beats and moves
They know I never miss the wicked musical gears and sound system
They know I notice their eternally killing matching sleek black outfits
They know I am not be able to stop them
They then work their ways up
Throwing in increasingly complicated moves
Moves they don’t care that it will take aeons for me to learn
The choreographer stands near the mouth of the formation
Not part of the dance because he apparently has a higher purpose
Watching out closely for my every micro-expression
At how maddeningly his well-planned moves are being executed by the dancers
The rappers take the centre of the platform
With lines that could make a gentleman go bonkers
Reeling out rhymes that could make a poet dream
Of the age when poetry must have been born from rap
An age that he was not aware of
They build up steam steadily
And when they know I draw closer they increase the volume of the mixer
Or how else would it sound louder in my ears
They know it’s evening and the breeze will serve them well
Then they show moves that make them seem to be flying
They sway and slither and bounce and lock and pop and stomp
All with every movement of the easy breeze
They make me read meaning into every breath and hiss of the air
They obey the wind
The rappers’ lines carrying on the wind in a way that defied physics
I got distinction in physics
But for the beauty I saw all those years in school,
They seem like dirt compared to what these guys do with the wind
Moments I wish I were deaf
So I’d not hear the steady booms against my ear drums
Making me head shake subconsciously like one having a focal seizure
Never mind, the bass would still make my heart and viscera resonate
Or better still, I be blind
Then I would not see these wicked wizards and shape-shifters
Floating in the wind at times and other times sharply moving like electricity
Never mind, the thuds of their feet as they stomp would get to me somehow
Then they watch for the climax
When a straight-faced calculating and sober-minded adult doctor suddenly bursts into tears
Because he cannot understand why they would taunt him
With such displays of artistic perfection
Don’t tease and call me “only human after all”
What am I to do
If you cut me I bleed
I am human
If you rap and move like that
I cry with longing and envy
Wishing I could be you,
In that moment
Wielding the greatest weapon you have over me now
Your mad love for the lines and moves
With that confidence and ease accompanying your ability to do them
That you know I can read very clearly all over you
In that moment
When a scientist who lives on and deals with facts and Pure and Undefiled Science
Is brought figuratively to his knees
Before a phenomenon he has no control over
As he literally quickens his heels
His eyes already leaking tears
It just is unfair!
Did you see this concert? Lecrae rocks it! 🙂
one of the few rappers I LIKE!! 🙂
I was not at the concert. Hehehe! Yeah, I do have a good measure of respect for the young man.
just lovely, fine dance, music, performance art has that effect on those who can appreciate the grace n’ beauty of life. we witness perfection because our natural state is perfect, therefore we have an affinity to experience the sublime, the orgasmic, the ultimate in being… just who we are. 🙂
keep smakin’ out the beats doc, you divine living comedy!
Hello Maddey! Much glad seeing you again.
Hmmm… interesting analysis. Maybe because we have some measure of perfection in us, OR because we have none, so we recognize the display as being far above and different from what we have? Which do you choose?
But, art could be quite an experience. I know this is far from making you as envious as you make me of your experience with the opera, but I shan’t stop. I will make you see that I also manage to catch expressions of awe even though I sadly don’t get to see the opera much.
Thank you Maddey.
Blessed are the ones who find awe in everyday life, as seen through the eyes of a child for the first time. I’m sure there’ll be other opportunities to enjoy the opera. Be well my friend! 🙂
Thank you. But I have a feeling you are smiling under your typing fingers, saying that yeah! Take that you loon! I revel in the glory of the Opera! Ha!
Oh well! You should see me go mad at some awesome displays of dance or rap.
By now, I hope we all agree this is not just about how cool a work of art is, but how we react to it. And this is why I am sad to admit that you express your reactions to the opera more passionately. Doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy dance far better than I show it. Ha!
Freekin’ awesome… the snake-child thing was good… and how do they ever do those moves the very first time???
Glad you enjoyed it, LMAO.
Ah, yes! It’s true none gets it the first time. But can I at least get it in one lifetime, say if I abandoned psychiatric practice and devoted my life to it?
Just practice on a trampoline first.
Thanks for your concern though I have the feeling you’d get a kick out of seeing me kid myself on bare ground.
Just don’t break your neck doing those flips.
Thank you kind sir,
Wielding the greatest weapon you have over me now
Your mad love for the lines and moves……
There are few things I love more than a person full of passion and excellent at what (s)he does…..reminds me of Abba.
….and music…and dance….Yhor!
Hahahaha! Really glad you enjoyed it.
So which of the expressions of art are you craziest about?
I can’t hear rap, Doc, but I heard this poem loud and clear. You capture music, which is perhaps the hardest thing for writers to do. And the thing I most want to do. Thank you for this – can’t believe I missed, but I have been absent for a bit and glad I caught up. Hope you’re well.
Ridiculous story there. What happened after?