Brewed Beverage of Choice: A Cup of Anodyne Coffee from my Milwaukee
This will be short but I have to share. Last night, after a weekend of high annoying stress caused by amongst other things my dog having to be rushed to the hospital because of a careless dog owner (not me) who allows his aggressive Akita to roam around in front of his house unleashed to attack my defenseless white wonder on Christmas morning, I was listening to a Radiohead song I listen to every so often, Where I End and You Begin (The Sky is Falling In). There are songs out there that can just push my emotions and this is just one of those songs.
The song inspired a poem not long ago when I was taking a class on Native American history and was writing a research paper on the significance of Raven in Tribal religions and society. For this paper, I had to do research into the Ghost Dance religion that swept through the tribes of the midwest and southwest. The culmination of the song by Radiohead and the deep research led me to write the following which has a title but I have forgotten it at the moment so live with it.
The Raven spoke!
The Raven spoke!
“The shadows
are our friends.
The shadows
are our neglected friends.”
I was a fool
not to believe him,
kept the nightlight on
whilst I slept.
Fools sleep
without darkness.
The rains came!
The rains came!
Pummeled the ground.
Blew out my light.
My shadow’s
My companion.
Through the storm,
My only companion’s
my shadow.
“Fools sleep
without darkness,”
The Raven spoke.
Prost!
the confucian brewer