This is the second poem compiled from my "Acid Diary" it is a continuation of personal introspection and written while on LSD. The name of the poem is
Eye Of The Needle:
"I am a human being, I can't believe the things I'm seeing.
I don't want to live in a world of muir.
I am a drummer.
I hate Hitler.
I am an artist.
I want to be more artistic.
I am a blood sucker, I am a tick.
I love music.
I live to play live music and have sex,
Everything else in life is voluntary.
Sometimes I feel people just hate my guts and I don't know why.
The clouds in my mind block the scope of the needle's eye.
I want to be the shepherd,
But I feel like just another sheep in the flock.
I am afraid my friends and family will abandon me.
On the shores of time, sand will erode my clock.
I love The Smiths.
The sticks in my hands are more powerful than Thor's hammer.
My main problem is I don't get along with myself.
My curse lies in what the clouds of thought once were.
I thought about living in North Chicago.
I don't care how people react or make fun of me and call me gay.
I am lonely and I feel it is my own fault, is this the right way?
In the eye of the needle all colors are seen as gray.
I am hungry.
The censor's purging blade, here comes that sound we made.
True darkness will always fade.
Here I am."
- William Covert
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
All Heaven Broke Loose
This is the newest piece of poetry I've written. It's kind of short as is, and might expand into a larger piece, but I kind of like the current length.
It's called All Heaven Broke Loose.
"All Heaven Broke loose
America has been fitted with a noose.
The masses sing hymns to the wicked and rich
the ones who bought our rights with a great sales pitch.
The noose America wears is tailor made
It was made in China, your tax dollars will make sure they get paid.
There is no Constitution or freedom, but don't panic or fright
We now follow business by-laws to tell us what is right.
Nobody paid much attention when America hung herself
She left behind a world in turmoil, struggling for wealth.
People still sleep in her streets, and carry on with their days.
America may still look alive, but is dead in many ways.
No one came to the funeral, not a friend in sight
No one gave last respects or talked about her former might.
The founding fathers were all spinning in their graves,
What happened to America the former home of the brave.
The funeral is not for America
So my friends don't fret or cry.
This requiem is for the death of the individual
The end of you and I."
- William Covert
It's called All Heaven Broke Loose.
"All Heaven Broke loose
America has been fitted with a noose.
The masses sing hymns to the wicked and rich
the ones who bought our rights with a great sales pitch.
The noose America wears is tailor made
It was made in China, your tax dollars will make sure they get paid.
There is no Constitution or freedom, but don't panic or fright
We now follow business by-laws to tell us what is right.
Nobody paid much attention when America hung herself
She left behind a world in turmoil, struggling for wealth.
People still sleep in her streets, and carry on with their days.
America may still look alive, but is dead in many ways.
No one came to the funeral, not a friend in sight
No one gave last respects or talked about her former might.
The founding fathers were all spinning in their graves,
What happened to America the former home of the brave.
The funeral is not for America
So my friends don't fret or cry.
This requiem is for the death of the individual
The end of you and I."
- William Covert
From Under Bridges Of Silence
I have had a strange and sudden impulse lately get to more in touch with nature. I think this April I'm going to take a trip out west and go hiking. I haven't decided on whether to go to California, Arizona, or Nevada yet.
I was recently offered a job as a writer for a magazine, and I turned down the job because the pay was absolutely awful, there was a lot of work involved for very little, and it was in New York. The idea that a professional liked my writing, has given me the idea to maybe pursue writing, but in a different form. I've been started to focus on writing more poetry, and I think maybe a trip out west would really get my creative juices going. The Midwest is just not very inspiring.
I have been compiling poems from what I call my "Acid Diary." What a lot of people don't know about me is I don't do recreational drugs, but for a period in college I took LSD every 6 months, and I did this ceremoniously for a couple years. While on LSD I kept a diary of my thoughts and feelings while tripping on acid. I did it just as an artistic experiment to look back when I'm sober and try to see my mind's eye. I've recently gotten the impulse to take some of the entrys and compile them as poems. The style and manner is very cryptic, but I find the process intriguing. The poems consist of material that I wrote while on acid and is me totally vulnerable and honest, and have not been tampered while with sober.
The first poem is called From Under Bridges Of Silence:
"Only those that have conquered darkness can understand the embrace of light.
To understand Philadelphia is to understand me.
I have to get out of here.
I thought about living in New York or New Jersey.
I am alive, I am living.
I am resplendent in divergence, am I Catholic?
I am the Keith Moon of my generation.
I have some tricks up our sleeves.
I am still a kid at heart.
I know I am witty.
I am smart.
I am a bastard.
I hate farting.
I feel I don't fit in a lot, am I weird?
I am a human being, I am misunderstood.
It's not all bad, it's mostly good.
I use to think I was cool and funny,
And now I just think I'm an idiot and a dick.
I feel the name Bill Covert is the punchline to a lot of jokes out there.
I think I have a lot to offer that I don't share.
I love jazz, I love baseball.
I thought about living in Montreal.
I feel pretty good about America.
Candles still flicker in Romania's dark..."
- William Covert
I was recently offered a job as a writer for a magazine, and I turned down the job because the pay was absolutely awful, there was a lot of work involved for very little, and it was in New York. The idea that a professional liked my writing, has given me the idea to maybe pursue writing, but in a different form. I've been started to focus on writing more poetry, and I think maybe a trip out west would really get my creative juices going. The Midwest is just not very inspiring.
I have been compiling poems from what I call my "Acid Diary." What a lot of people don't know about me is I don't do recreational drugs, but for a period in college I took LSD every 6 months, and I did this ceremoniously for a couple years. While on LSD I kept a diary of my thoughts and feelings while tripping on acid. I did it just as an artistic experiment to look back when I'm sober and try to see my mind's eye. I've recently gotten the impulse to take some of the entrys and compile them as poems. The style and manner is very cryptic, but I find the process intriguing. The poems consist of material that I wrote while on acid and is me totally vulnerable and honest, and have not been tampered while with sober.
The first poem is called From Under Bridges Of Silence:
"Only those that have conquered darkness can understand the embrace of light.
To understand Philadelphia is to understand me.
I have to get out of here.
I thought about living in New York or New Jersey.
I am alive, I am living.
I am resplendent in divergence, am I Catholic?
I am the Keith Moon of my generation.
I have some tricks up our sleeves.
I am still a kid at heart.
I know I am witty.
I am smart.
I am a bastard.
I hate farting.
I feel I don't fit in a lot, am I weird?
I am a human being, I am misunderstood.
It's not all bad, it's mostly good.
I use to think I was cool and funny,
And now I just think I'm an idiot and a dick.
I feel the name Bill Covert is the punchline to a lot of jokes out there.
I think I have a lot to offer that I don't share.
I love jazz, I love baseball.
I thought about living in Montreal.
I feel pretty good about America.
Candles still flicker in Romania's dark..."
- William Covert
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Downside UP, Upside Down
Aceeptance is such a crazy thing in this world. What does it matter to be accepted?
I feel so torn on the subject, because it's something I very much want and strive for yet like sometimes I wonder what it's all for.
It's unbelievable how fast acceptance can change and like why do people have such a hard time accepting others? The push for conformity and for likeness can really be a killer.
My dad told me tonite that I "failed at my obligations as a human being." I'm still reacting to that statement I guess.
I'm still searching for acceptance even though I don't know why I still try. The very few people that I know and trust and who do accept say I just need a change of scenary and I'm sure they are right. I don't know if Chicago is enough of a change anymore. I've been thinking maybe taking a sabbatical to Tangiers, Morocco for a while, maybe I could study North African music or Arabic style drumming or something. Romania has finally recognized the former Royal Family again, which I am related to and a distant descendant of so I've even thought of maybe checking out Bucharest and maybe I'd get some prospective of my life by seeing where at least some of my family came from. My family was booted out of Romania when the Royal Family was dethroned and removed so I've always felt a kinship to them because they were exiles and I very much feel like one.
I've been listening to The Futureheads a lot recently. One song I relate to that they play which is originally a Kath Bush song is "Hounds Of Love" and my favorite lyric from the song which sums up how I feel right now is:
"I found a fox, who was caught by dogs,
He let me take him in my hands
His little heart, it beat so fast
And I'm ashamed to be running away
From nothing real, i just can't deal with this
I feel ashamed to be there
Among your hounds of loving
And feel your arms surround me
I've always been a coward,
And i dont know what's good for me"
I don't feel lost, but I just feel kind of confused and vulnerable in the world.
As shitty and pinned down as I feel I still feel music and love will set me free and I am empowered by it, so i can still go to bed with a smile on my face regardless of my current situation.
I feel so torn on the subject, because it's something I very much want and strive for yet like sometimes I wonder what it's all for.
It's unbelievable how fast acceptance can change and like why do people have such a hard time accepting others? The push for conformity and for likeness can really be a killer.
My dad told me tonite that I "failed at my obligations as a human being." I'm still reacting to that statement I guess.
I'm still searching for acceptance even though I don't know why I still try. The very few people that I know and trust and who do accept say I just need a change of scenary and I'm sure they are right. I don't know if Chicago is enough of a change anymore. I've been thinking maybe taking a sabbatical to Tangiers, Morocco for a while, maybe I could study North African music or Arabic style drumming or something. Romania has finally recognized the former Royal Family again, which I am related to and a distant descendant of so I've even thought of maybe checking out Bucharest and maybe I'd get some prospective of my life by seeing where at least some of my family came from. My family was booted out of Romania when the Royal Family was dethroned and removed so I've always felt a kinship to them because they were exiles and I very much feel like one.
I've been listening to The Futureheads a lot recently. One song I relate to that they play which is originally a Kath Bush song is "Hounds Of Love" and my favorite lyric from the song which sums up how I feel right now is:
"I found a fox, who was caught by dogs,
He let me take him in my hands
His little heart, it beat so fast
And I'm ashamed to be running away
From nothing real, i just can't deal with this
I feel ashamed to be there
Among your hounds of loving
And feel your arms surround me
I've always been a coward,
And i dont know what's good for me"
I don't feel lost, but I just feel kind of confused and vulnerable in the world.
As shitty and pinned down as I feel I still feel music and love will set me free and I am empowered by it, so i can still go to bed with a smile on my face regardless of my current situation.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Am I Michael Cera?
In about the past two years I've had close to probably 20 people tell me I look like Michael Cera and I'm not kidding about that number. Michael Cera is probably most famous for portraying George Michael Bluth on the tv show Arrested Development and for playing Paulie Bleaker in Juno plus being in Superbad and Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist.
I was in New York this past September and had a girl even tell me that I "acted" like him. Even though I wore brown sweatshirts, walked funny, occasionally get akwardly nervous, and had medium length brown hair long before anyone knew who Michael Cera was.
In the past three days, three new people have told me I looked like him, one girl told me we looked like twins no less. So I guess I'll ask the question and do I really look like Michael Cera? Even though I will say all the Michael Cera comparison has been kind of flattering though I would prefer to not be told I 'act' like someone else. It's better than high school though when people said I looked like Luke Skywalker, yuck.
I was in New York this past September and had a girl even tell me that I "acted" like him. Even though I wore brown sweatshirts, walked funny, occasionally get akwardly nervous, and had medium length brown hair long before anyone knew who Michael Cera was.
In the past three days, three new people have told me I looked like him, one girl told me we looked like twins no less. So I guess I'll ask the question and do I really look like Michael Cera? Even though I will say all the Michael Cera comparison has been kind of flattering though I would prefer to not be told I 'act' like someone else. It's better than high school though when people said I looked like Luke Skywalker, yuck.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Thinking Of Coconuts
The dimly lit walkways
and avenues.
Beneath bridges,
lead me through
dreamy days.
It's into the dark
everytime,
it's no wonder I lost my mind,
and my memory.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Wonder weary all along the empty streets.
And I don't mind my broken legs.
Walk myself home beneath the stars.
strolling along the ocean shore,
and I wish for tidal waves,
to carry me out to sea.
To an island that's all for me,
to fade away.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
With no one there to tell me how to be.
I'll grow my hair down to my knees.
I'd befriend coconut trees.
the breeze,
breathe in through the sparkling seas.
Evaporating in the sun.
Is my number one,
Priority.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
No I wouldn't have it any other way.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
and avenues.
Beneath bridges,
lead me through
dreamy days.
It's into the dark
everytime,
it's no wonder I lost my mind,
and my memory.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Wonder weary all along the empty streets.
And I don't mind my broken legs.
Walk myself home beneath the stars.
strolling along the ocean shore,
and I wish for tidal waves,
to carry me out to sea.
To an island that's all for me,
to fade away.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
With no one there to tell me how to be.
I'll grow my hair down to my knees.
I'd befriend coconut trees.
the breeze,
breathe in through the sparkling seas.
Evaporating in the sun.
Is my number one,
Priority.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
No I wouldn't have it any other way.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Rules For Music
I hate to do this, but after yet again another arguement over music I find I have no choice but to make some things clear. Sorry to sound pretenious, not my intention.
1. If you can't sing you're not a singer.
2. Just because you can dance does not make you a musician.
3. Just because you know how to edit audio, does not make you a songwriter.
4. Stealing other people's music should be a crime. Artists create art with a certain creative impulse in mind. To take someone else's art and present as your own with a few things added or changed is a crime to the original intent of the original artist's intent.
5. Lyrics have nothing to do with music at all. If you're good at rhythming words than go be a creative writing major at a community college. Music is called music for a reason.
6. There is more meaning to music than something to dance to. Do you think people danced to Gregorian Chant? A little clue they didn't. Music is art and is made to create an emotional response, which at times may be dancing, but is not strictly limited to it. If music doesn't make you think then it's not very good music. Good music inspires people.
7. You wouldn't trust an illiterate person's book review, so why does everyone who knows nothing about music take it upon themself to feel righteous and dignified when insulting and criticizing someone else's musical taste they don't like? I've studied music for a very, very long time, and have been playing music for even longer, and I would never tell someone their opinion on music is wrong, yet a lot of people have no problem telling me I'm wrong when it comes to music. I don't get it. I wrote my first concerto when I was 17, I'm not musically stupid. I'm not afraid or sorry to say it, but Kanye West is an idiot and not a musician, nor is lil' wayne and all these idiots who make up the so-called "popular music" today. There is a very big difference between being an entertainer and a musician. A musician is an artist and an entertainer is not. A DJ is not a musician, he maybe an entertainer, but if you don't play a bloody instrument then you're not a musician. The idea of non-musicians making music is absurd. As soon as one composes and plays music you enter the realm of being a musician. I'm tired of this daydream fantasy of people who don't want to work hard to achieve a skill so they play fucking guitar hero and think they know music. Am I the only one left in this world that believes that sampling someone else's music and claiming it as your own is not artisic and is not musically inclined? I wrote a lot of music, and the first thing to know about writing music is it is very hard. It is not easy to write music, so insted of using pro-tools and cutting and pasting someone else's songs, write your own damn music. What happened to creative outlets? Are we so desensitized by society that people don't know how to be creative anymore? It makes me sick to my stomach to look around at the profession I have chosen and see nothing but marketed hacks and uncreative weasals. The problem with digitally created electronic music whether it be rap or techno or whatever is, those kinds of music have no soul. There is no organic element to it at all, it is ridiculous to call it art because there is no primal creative element you either take someone else's creation and mess with it or you cut and paste computer programs to come up with 'beats' for you. If there is a primal creative element please someone show me an example and prove me wrong, but I don't see it or should I say I don't hear it.
Let's face it, a lot of music today sucks and is just terrible and seems uninspired. Oh where of where is the Mahvavishnu Orchestra when needed.
1. If you can't sing you're not a singer.
2. Just because you can dance does not make you a musician.
3. Just because you know how to edit audio, does not make you a songwriter.
4. Stealing other people's music should be a crime. Artists create art with a certain creative impulse in mind. To take someone else's art and present as your own with a few things added or changed is a crime to the original intent of the original artist's intent.
5. Lyrics have nothing to do with music at all. If you're good at rhythming words than go be a creative writing major at a community college. Music is called music for a reason.
6. There is more meaning to music than something to dance to. Do you think people danced to Gregorian Chant? A little clue they didn't. Music is art and is made to create an emotional response, which at times may be dancing, but is not strictly limited to it. If music doesn't make you think then it's not very good music. Good music inspires people.
7. You wouldn't trust an illiterate person's book review, so why does everyone who knows nothing about music take it upon themself to feel righteous and dignified when insulting and criticizing someone else's musical taste they don't like? I've studied music for a very, very long time, and have been playing music for even longer, and I would never tell someone their opinion on music is wrong, yet a lot of people have no problem telling me I'm wrong when it comes to music. I don't get it. I wrote my first concerto when I was 17, I'm not musically stupid. I'm not afraid or sorry to say it, but Kanye West is an idiot and not a musician, nor is lil' wayne and all these idiots who make up the so-called "popular music" today. There is a very big difference between being an entertainer and a musician. A musician is an artist and an entertainer is not. A DJ is not a musician, he maybe an entertainer, but if you don't play a bloody instrument then you're not a musician. The idea of non-musicians making music is absurd. As soon as one composes and plays music you enter the realm of being a musician. I'm tired of this daydream fantasy of people who don't want to work hard to achieve a skill so they play fucking guitar hero and think they know music. Am I the only one left in this world that believes that sampling someone else's music and claiming it as your own is not artisic and is not musically inclined? I wrote a lot of music, and the first thing to know about writing music is it is very hard. It is not easy to write music, so insted of using pro-tools and cutting and pasting someone else's songs, write your own damn music. What happened to creative outlets? Are we so desensitized by society that people don't know how to be creative anymore? It makes me sick to my stomach to look around at the profession I have chosen and see nothing but marketed hacks and uncreative weasals. The problem with digitally created electronic music whether it be rap or techno or whatever is, those kinds of music have no soul. There is no organic element to it at all, it is ridiculous to call it art because there is no primal creative element you either take someone else's creation and mess with it or you cut and paste computer programs to come up with 'beats' for you. If there is a primal creative element please someone show me an example and prove me wrong, but I don't see it or should I say I don't hear it.
Let's face it, a lot of music today sucks and is just terrible and seems uninspired. Oh where of where is the Mahvavishnu Orchestra when needed.
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