Say Nothings

[Quixotic the Pedestrian]

This poem needs a prelude to it. It's a satire on how we speak about nothing. It was written to be performed so I attempted to write in some of the extra wordplay. I do spoken word every week and I'm the only white guy in a room of about 150 people. Which will be relevant when you begin to read the poem. The italics are supposed to be read very quickly. And here we go;


Have faith, it’s late, but I’mna take my take. Wake at 8, already baked-make my way to another day-Ray’s sprayed from the shades on my face to instigate the weekday-Play my name to get backstage-bang on the place of eternity till it gave way. It’s a maze of haze searching for days and days looking for lays and spades. If this is my way to fame, then I’ll spray my name to every other shameful place. ...And NOBODY WANTS TO SAY ANYTHING MEANINGFUL//

Black people are always bragging about their blackness, well Listen..... I'm so white I camouflage with snow. I'm whiter than vanilla ice-----cream being eaten while angels are frolicaling around in one of those white dreams. With this mic gleaming from my whiteness streaming down it's neck. drip-dripping... Dripping profound prisms of saliva down the chord strings. And it screams around the mic coil and amplifies the sound. Going all the way down to the ground and being reabsorbed by my sneakers and I pour it into chemical beakers because it's allergic to your darkness. And my halo's equipped with heat seekers. Don't listen too long or you'll be whiter than --Me and this mic have a relationship, so call me multi-cultural because I've been bangin' it since we started swapping spit that first time were introduced.-intro-introduce-NOW INTRODUCING our next poet to the stage. He's been rapping, rap-rapping, he's been.. RAPING, and ABUSING, this mic with his soft-core words. Wishing, hoping, praying,-hoping-praying-wishing-hoping...... to get laid! What a waste -- of words. A waste of my time, a waste of your time. A waste of .... bragin' cause I'm bringin' it back to the bible belt. Brotha I'm belting it from Beaumont to Beijing. Blundering and blabbering, but I keep battling. Brainwashing your brain bangin' because of my slang-bantering. But stay back man! .. Backpackers are backslapping their bosses for back stabbing their black brother. On the back hand the black man had broke the man's hand before bother to beg the question. Back peddling to keep from backwashing that break fluid in your brain. Backbreaking these barricades of race division and color. Then you'll see me on the cover break dancing over the rubble--Barney? Rubble. Man, that dude's been getting with Wilma since the day Fred took up bowling!-for columbine. where are you now Michael Moore? Our fictitious president just finished fictating this fractical war. Framed with the framework fixating on a bad man guilty until proven... guilty-Innocent as sin. War isn't for whose right but for whose left. Spittin' like Aesop, Osama can run till his beard grows long and it chokes him to death. But, Nah man, I'm just jokin'. Any man from God's hand can barrow my halo if he's in the house of God's wrath. I've done a lot of talkin' so I'll quit running my mouth. Funny I haven't said anything in this poem. That’s just the point though I'VE SAID IT TWICE AS LOUD!



this is one of my more fun poems to perform, but a friend of mine thought it was cheesy . I'd like to hear some opinions on this one though.

 

[missionarypoet]

I like it. I mean- that's not really much of a statement to a writer like yourself because it's purely opinion, but I do. It sounds awesome to perform: the flow and the wordplay. It's actually a topic I find myself wondering about a lot. May I ask what sort of reactions you get from the audience?

 

[Quixotic the Pedestrian]

it's a great statement.. expecially when you add in "to a writer like yourself"

Well I get a mixed reaction. Some people think it's cool that I have the balls to get up there and can be proud to be white in a pro-black place (that seems to be the part that has stood out the most with the given audience). But being white to some of the people I've performed in front of represents the opressor -- it's a synonym for The Man. I have some of my stuff recorded, including this one. It's very low quality however it'd give you an idea on how it would sound.

www.soundclick.com/pedestrian

which topic do you find yourself wondering about? How people talk more than they say?

 

[missionarypoet]

which topic do you find yourself wondering about? How people talk more than they say?

Exactly. I often wonder how people, even (or perhaps especially) close friends, can talk for hours or even days and not actually say anything. How is it even possible? Do you know what, after the statement I just made, I am wondering? Is the reason I have few close friends because I cannot (without becoming irritated with myself) talk for hours about absolutely nothing? A fascinating question- not one I'm sure I want to know the answer to, but fascinating all the same.

 

[Quixotic the Pedestrian]

well, I'm pretty good at small talk and such. I've done the waiting tables thing and am doing sales oriented job now, so I still participate in a lot of it. But I do savor my meaningful conversations with some close friends.


Some of my favorite people to hang around with though are those who I can just kick it with and be around and not feel a need to say anything.. and bypass the usual awkward feeling people have with silence.



But I'm glad it got you thinking, or sympathising. Inspired thought is what I hope for with my writing. The direction a lot of it was written for is people trying to sound clever (hint the overuse [in my opinion] of wordplay and spoken tactics) but after their finnished it's all for nauht (sp). An extreme example would be Don King.