Sohbet- Sometimes You’re the Windshield

By Valerie on January 13, 2012

Back in the Fall when I was really sad, I wrote a country song. It made me really happy. Hope it helps cheer you up now:

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Well…

Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.
You’ll start out flying high, and then you’ll find you’re eating rug.
It’s just the way it goes my friend, you’ve simply got to shrug
it off and start to digging out of that hole that you dug.
‘Cause sometimes you’re the windshield, and sometimes you’re the bug.

(guitar solo)

Yeah, sometimes you’ll be the windshield, sometimes you’ll be the bug.
Peel yourself right off that glass, give your spattered guts a tug.
Get your wheels back on the tracks, and let your little engine chug.
Sometimes you’ll be the windshield, and sometimes you’re the bug.

(chord change)

I know you’re feeling low right now, and really need a hug,
’cause you’re life is full of windshield and you’re feeling like the bug.
But things will turn right round again, so shake that sad face off your mug.
‘Cause there’s times you’ll be the windshield, you can’t always be the bug!

Pull the fibers out of your teeth now, that you picked up in that rug,
Surround yourself with friends who care, and get yourself a hug.
I know it’s really tough right now, but hang in there my love,
’cause sometimes you’ll be the windshield, you can’t always be the bug.

Yeah, sometimes you’ll be the windshield, you can’t always be the bug.
(repeat to fade…)

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Alright, here’s the Sohbet challenge: write me your own life descriptive country song (or counter with you’re own sad song of any genre to cheer you up)

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Seuss Slam video!

By Valerie on August 23, 2011

Well, I survived my first public reading! Small crowd (which was good and not scary!) and a willing audience made for a real fun event. So grateful people came out got silly and bought into the whole enterprise – it couldn’t have worked without everybody else taking part.

The moral of this story: Seuss is irresistibly fun, no matter how old you are!

There are some things I learned from this that I can take into other endeavours to get people taking part, being silly, and letting their creative juices flow. But all in all the event definitely exceeded expectations – YAY!

For those of you far away – or otherwise engaged – the whole thing was captured on video and up on youtube. Hazards of the modern era: any time you do something weird in public it’s captured on the internet for all eternity – fortunately this one captured a good hair day.

Thanks again for everybody’s support – online and in real life.

Oh, and feel free to add to the Seuss Sohbet if the video inspires you.

 

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Sohbet – Seuss Slam!

By Valerie on August 16, 2011

Weird and exciting news. Accompanied by Bryan McLean on guitar I’m going to be reading Dr Seuss books at the People’s Poetry Festival this weekend.

Seuss Slam
Saturday August 20
In front of the Plaza Theatre
1133 Kensington Rd. NW
2:00pm – 3:00pm

It’s going to be Very Silly and have some audience participation elements – so if you can come out and help show people how to be silly (sadly we often forget!) I’d really appreciate the support! Plus this is my first poetry reading ever – so would be great to see some familiar faces in the crowd.

Now to get things started (the Seussing and the Silly-ing) a Seuss styled silly poem (please add your own!):

Michael Mass was flatulent
His bum said things he hadn’t meant.
And once from school he had been sent
’cause a blast so fast
his pants
had rent.

Michael Mass was full of gas,
this often made him glum.
But to his friends, his gas: a blast,
and thought him lots of fun!

The lesson here, my little dears,
(if you’ll listen close with both your ears)
those things about you you most detest,
may be the thing folks like the best.

So take the lead from gassy Mike
your least liking likers…
learn also to like.

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Day 92 – Sunday afternoon

By Valerie on August 7, 2011

rough day
just wanted to sit outside
drinking coffee and blinking slowly

outside, two separate parties
within 50 meters of my back door
loud, boisterous

you’d think the collective unconscious
of all the hangovers in this ‘hood
would somehow have the power
to ward off such noise
on a Sunday afternoon

alas, not

so I take my coffee cup
and my fuzzy socks
and head off in search of
silent sanctuary
unconcerned by the half glances
of the people I pass by

I find a field
devoid of footballs, frisbees,
little league games

wide open and still

I sit under the dappling shade
of towering poplars
spring-bud sap still in the grass
air balmy with its scent

I fall in love
with the bright green bug
wandering my finger tips

until it leaps up
gone in the breeze

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Day 74 – too hot to sleep

By Valerie on July 18, 2011

too hot to sleep
windows thrown open to the night
a thousand blinking lights

blue glow of the stereo
the music as full and lush
as the night

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