Letter to a Lost Lover

Dear Lost Lover,

I received your letter
But we will not talk of that now
I want to talk of myself–
that funny little thing they call
Wanda Gág…

That far from dazzling creature who
Many years ago
Made the great mistake
Of falling in love with you…
That Wanda Gág…

I insist that I have loved
More deeply and intensely
Than anyone else can
Your new lover included
This Wanda Gág…

As I have said before
I certainly do not blame you
For what has happened
But that does not lessen the torture
Of Wanda Gág…

The fact remains that I am
The superfluous quantity…
Thoughts, like beaten hounds
Parade apathetically away
From Wanda Gág…

So, we are not to be
the companions we tried to become
We are not to wrangle with
the big forms of mountains, you and
Wanda Gág…

That indefinable thing between us
Does not exist after all…
I had organized my life around
An illusion, we do not belong together
I am Wanda Gág…

A separate thing…



Adapted from Wanda Gág's letter to her ex-lover Adolph Dehn, 1922.

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Unfaded Love

A spring day in the sun
What a miracle was this
Their time together had begun
Starting a life shared in bliss

He was her only lover and
She always kept him near
Man, father, and husband
He had eased all her fears

She was the love of his life
And he always kept her near
Woman, mother, and wife
She had eased all his fears

On that glorious spring morn
So many years ago…
A love eternal had been born
So many years ago…

Now just a photograph remains…
Of their life together…
It's fading and stained…
Love should last forever…

A love eternal had been born
So many years ago…
But their love is not mourned
Their love lives on even so…


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Bittersweet Smile

A dream of a bittersweet smile
Had made him want to roam
Restless, uncertain and asking
Where is my home?

A siren’s song opened a hidden door,
So he flew straight and true
Three thousand miles… an arctic shore
A cafe… a rendezvous…

Woman with sparkling eyes said
“Been waiting long? Mind if I sit?”
He smiled as he spoke this reply:
“Only twelve billion years; no, not a bit… ”

They laughed over cappuccinos
Opened their hearts and minds
Simpatico joined by faint echoes
Of futures they had hoped to find

Too quickly did their time go by
Their parting ended the cheer
Sun broke through an overcast sky
Holding hands… their eyes filled with tears

After waiting… Twelve billion years
And traveling… Three thousand miles
Three thousand miles… Twelve billion years,
Twelve billion years… Three thousand miles…

He got his glimpse of a bittersweet…

Smile

Love in a Balloon

From the upcoming Flippist Records soundtrack album Batty does Broadway:



We should float away, just you and I
In a balloon in the clouds in an azure-blue sky
Pillows we'd bring, with champagne and fruit
We'd take off our clothes and really get to it!

Leaving below the world's misery and strife
Aloft we'd be cooing, in our glorious high life
If a shower should try to dampen our spirits,
We'd sing even louder, with the seagulls and parrots

We'd come back to earth as the sun made its setting,
And remain in the basket for a little more petting.
Then back home to our cottage, and finally to bed,
Turn off the light dear no more need be said



Lyrics originally posted on FITK January 23, 2008

The Love of an Adolescent

I come to you with
My new love, It is a
Great and arching love,
Increasing upon itself…

I hate that love at times.
It springs from unwilling needs
Filling me with a
Wretched, helpless richness…

From all the curves
And lengths of me
My love burns with
A dreadful splendor…

My hair is drenched in it;
Fumes breaking forth
Hanging like flames
On my lips and eyelids

I dare not love you
With all this and so
It faints each night
Dawn renews its birth

From all the curves
And lengths of me
My love burns with
A dreadful splendor…

I spread it out with
All its folds about me
And gather it to myself
At night… without… you…

~Wanda Gág, 1921

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Twinned

We are refugees from a war
That only we saw
Skinny limbs curled around each other
As though a little more warmth
Might be had from two than one…

We are opening our eyes and,
Seeing the hope of a returning.
We are slowly, slowly uncurling,
And remembering how to be
Two people…

Do you feel as I do,
Drunken from deception,
Pretending that I am standing
Just fine alone…

Do you reel as I do,
Dizzy from destruction,
Pretending it wasn't me
Spending nights… alone…

We are slowly growing borders
Between where one person ends
And where another begins,
Letting me breathe…
On my own…

We are slowly learning to see one another
As people do,
Eye to eye, far enough away so you’re not a blur of
Color and motion making me faintly sick
In your abstraction…

We are slowly, slowly uncurling
We are slowly becoming two
Who maybe, just maybe,
Be able to love
As people… do…


Lyric by Reshmal Sanyal, first published on FITK August 16, 2007

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Pink & Black

20 Years Ago on FITK



Pink & black, pink & black
Woman’s givin’ me a heart attack
Pink & black, pink & black
Boots on the street go clickity-clack

Black-heeled boots and hair dyed the same
Pink woolen coat settin’ me aflame
Into her car and out on the road
Sporty black coupe, I shoulda knowed

Eyes of black and lips of pink
She drives by and gives me a wink
Pink & black, pink & black
Woman givin’ me a heart attack


1 Comment:

Blogger Comica said…

Pink and black, I wonder who came up with that combination? It’s getting more and more popular on my campus lately. Also, Batty the Poet? Yes, yes I see it now! The Batty Chronicles! Keep them coming!

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stainless steel and drip coffee

Take a break with the Professor on this nutty little excursion into the uncanny valley from the upcoming Flippist Records soundtrack album Batty does Broadway:

oh! it’s so very trendy
stainless steel and drip coffee
baristas wearing black on black
window walls overlook the uptown day…

hipster wanna-be waits for some action
cheap merlot and funky cheese plate
saturday in a midwestern metropolis
nyc it aint!

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Video Update

A diligent follower of Flippism is the Key may have noticed some peculiar music videos posted here recently.

The ‘Professor’ has been experimenting with Suno, an AI music generating program.

The way it works is this: Input some lyrics (or even just some ‘seed’ words), specify a musical genre, and add a title. In about 10 seconds it spits out two fully-formed songs, some of which may actually be listenable. After a bit of lyric tweaking, couple the song with thematically related imagery (I use iMovie), post it to your YouTube channel, and voilà! Your ‘music video’ is now complete. Suno and other AI sites are controversial, it is currently being sued for intellectual property theft, although I think a greater issue is that the best of these ‘compositions’ are actually better than the dross that is current corporate-controlled pop music.

These videos will be featured on FITK throughout November.

Please don’t hold it against me.

20 Years Ago on FITK

Great Expectations

   “Are you making it scary for Halloween?”

The speaker was a twelve-year-old girl, who saw me hanging a motorized bat from my porch eave.

   “Well a little I guess, are you going out for trick or treat?”

   “Well, maybe, if my sister will hand out candy, then I can go for a while.”

   “Will this be your last year?”

   “Oh I don't know, Maybe not—I’m pretty short.” She was smiling at her justification.

   “If the weather is nice there should be a lot of kids.”

   “Oh there aren't that many around here.”

   “A lot of kids have moved in, and kids come from other places to trick or treat here.”

   “Are you going to scare the kids again this year?”

   “Oh I scare the kids do I?”

   “I remember when I was small you scared me good!”

   “Well maybe I did scare a few… ”

   “That's OK, that’s what makes it fun.”

   “Some people don't like Halloween.”

   "Some people think its evil, people from churches and stuff. Its just for kids to have some scary fun."

   “Yes I guess it is. So should I scare the kids this year?”

   “Oh Yes! It's a lot better when it’s scary.”

   “Well, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

   “Oh, there’s my sister, bye!”

   “Goodbye… ”

   I love Halloween!