Tuesday, June 8, 2004

The New Stuff
For Rich Villar

I remember the new stuff.


When it hit the mic raw
and risky like homemade sushi
more interested in the flavor
than the presentation.


We were too hungry
for pretense.


I remember the new stuff.


When it burst from the heart
like a ball of fire
through an origami parade
on a mission from god –
prophecy overflowing
from the mouths of babes.


We were going to change the world but
were tempted by it instead.


I remember the new stuff.


When writing was like breathing
and everything was new
and new was good
because the old stuff was old
and our voices were changing daily
and three strikes was two too many
because there were only so many ways
and so many times we could speak
and not sound like a politician
breaking another promise.


I remember the new stuff.


How it came less and less often
the older we got
afraid to take risks
afraid to lose face
afraid to keep moving forward.


I remember the new stuff
coming from other voices.


When we took a minute to stop
remixing ourselves
recycling ourselves
repeating ourselves


took a minute to stop
and listen
took a minute to stop
and listen
to the new stuff
took a minute to stop
and listen
to the new stuff


prophecy overflowing
from the mouths of babes
making new promises
they’ll never keep –
until they learn how to listen, too.

3 comments:

Rich said...

Damn dude. And to think I was only going to read the stuff I've slammed with. Need a new plan....

hehehehe

See you later?

Matthew Charles Siegel said...

Ya know, some people talk about nostalgia like it's a dirty word, and I've always hated that. I look at nostalgia as a kind of emotion recollected in tranquility. To me it's the essence of what makes memory a beautiful thing. You never cease to amaze me with your ability to brilliantly being that past back to life.....nostalgia and all.....Thanks....MCS

Tony said...

Guy --

That was pretty damn good, y'know...heartbreaking, too.

I know that well.

T