Sunday, June 13, 2010

Homesick Blues


Oh, to be a stranger in the station,
the moment you confide,

a well-timed suicide,
a faceless whistle

in an aimless




crowd


(first publication)


6.13.2010 #2
6.13.2010 #1 (drawing)



Update:
“Homesick Blues” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

13 comments:

Wine and Words said...

Oh, you know how I love a dark and twisted lyric. Did you write this just for me? Left my bones humming along the tracks.

William Michaelian said...

and I won’t be back, my dear,
no, I won’t be back

Janice said...

As I read your words William, I kept picturing a tall, dark, mysterious, stranger in a trench coat with his hat pulled down low over his eyes, walking through a crowded train station on a dark and gloomy rainy day, whistling softly to himself as he climbs onto the steps of the train as it slowly leaves the station with him aboard never to be seen again...

William Michaelian said...

He forgot his bag. I wonder if we should open it.

Janice said...

I already did...it contained mystery novels and a change of underwear :)

William Michaelian said...

Well, I suppose that’s better than mystery underwear and a change of novels.

Woman in a Window said...

oh.my.god.

i clicked over to purchase your books, the two i'd have chosen on my own by the way, and then i saw the link to Sanctuary and i heard you William. i heard you.

i listened with my hand on my mouth.

i am not made of the stuff of a fan or anything like that. i am made of the stuff of a human, a person, a woman perhaps even, a child's knee torn open from a bicycle ride, and then the wind moved past. i heard you. holy holy.

xo
erin

Anthony Duce said...

Wonderful. Not another word is needed. I completed the images and the background and where the story is going in my head... I may need a little help with the ending though, to finish, but isn't that always the case? Thanks

William Michaelian said...

Erin, now it’s my turn to say oh my. Recorded on good equipment, but such a cheap, poor, improper microphone. Well. It is what it is. I persist in the practice of almost whispering my poems, but life around here has changed significantly since then, when I was so deeply involved and consumed by caring for my mother. You’ll understand better as you read The Painting of You. Thank you. I hope you find something in the books as moving and good as your last lines to me here.

Yes, Anthony, if indeed there is an ending. Maybe stopping place is a better term. Thanks for making room in your day for “Homesick Blues.”

Woman in a Window said...

Ok, William. Robert is home and we've just listened to Sanctuary together...twice, and it came to me, your voice, why the tone and cadence and softness seems so familiar. I'm sure you must know of this http://www.ashesandsnow.org/en/
but if you don't, perhaps you'll be startled by the similarity.

Do you have more to listen to?

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Erin, one other was added later. As luck would have it, the poem is included in The Painting of You. You can find it here. I must caution you, the reading is very strange, in that I felt it necessary to read in an accent that is not normally my own. If I knew why, I would tell you, but I don’t.

This is the first I’ve heard of Ashes and Snow. I’m not very far into it yet, but I see immediately what you mean — in fact, I’m a bit startled by it.

I think when the time comes to hear what I really sound like, we will all be surprised again.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

William, this one is once more a silent scream... in so short words you have said so much, but it is not only a feeling that you give us, it is much more...
this is graat, and I wont sinceraly thank you, because since I read you I feel better, I don't know why but so it is :-)

William Michaelian said...

Laura, I’m glad. Thank you.