July 26, 2007

  • ElectricPoetry Post: New transcriptions 1979

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    INTRODUCTION: At 26, I realized Catherine (then the unrequited love of my life) would never return said love, but that didn't stop me from writing poetry for her, after having written a whopping 60something poems for her in 1978. My major relationship in 1979 was with Diane, a  38 year old gal who lived in the same apartment building as I, in a mostly carnal relationship. Eventually that relationship ended too, and only inspired two poems. Again I felt lost, and my epic poem of this period is "Empty Beer Cans". This is the first time any of these poems have been seen on the internet. I am finishing transcribing the poems for the year 1979 and these will eventually end up on the 1979 Page on the ElectricPoetry website. on which I am slowly but surely "publishing" my complete works online.
    (MFN from the 1980 introduction and edited 2007.)

     

    "Poem for the New Year 1979"
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    January 11, 1979 6:00 p.m.


    As each day passes
    Can't tell which one goes past fastest
    Begin accepting situations
    And good times reside only in tired hallucinations
    Declare tomorrow will be better
    Dreams sleep silent like an unsent letter
    Once excitement now routine
    Living exactly like an imperfect machine
    Yesterday is always easy
    Noted occurances never crazy
    Now today accepting fate
    Begin admitting all too late
    But wait
    Optimistic voices falter
    In their shout
    But shout the same
    You'll get better
    Wait and see
    Don't end the game
    As a new year dawns
    Try looking ahead forget we're just pawns
    Change routines abolish situations
    Cease this unimportant mental masturbation
    She might be gone forever away
    And though love in your heart will always stay
    In exchange fo rthe new year we have to pay
    And optimistic voices won't stray

     

    "Leave the Dreams by the Wayside (Again)"
    Poetry (of sorts) by Michael F. Nyiri
    January 24, 1979 5:45 p.m.


    Cast out the commands remember and forget
    Sit back relax hear how those words emit again
    Again drop the dreams by the wayside
    Again straighten your nonexistent tie and smile.

    Where, oh where (the cliche bites hard)
    Past resurgence what did her face look like?
    Hair cascade round perfection (a pout-
     looks like she jumped out at the wayside)
    (Again)

    I'm buying record albums again
    I'm listening for the bite of the music
    The music never dies - only slumbers in hibernation
    for months at a time until it is needed
    It reminds (the music reminds one)
    of long ago...
    forgotten nonexistent romance
    remembered nonexistent dreams
    Throw them out the window
    Out on the grassy embankment
    To sink into the fertile soil (the dreams)

    Only a cynical tear streams into the mouth
    Salty
    Am I thirsty?
    Remembering?
    Open the door (quick)
    Leave the dreams by the wayside
    Side by side
    with yesterday.

     

    "Empty Hours"
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    January 24, 1979 6:00 p.m.


    Can hardly wait for tomorrow
    Or tomorrow or tomorrow or the next
    Or 8 o'clock or 9 or 10
    Or tomorrow and the rest
    Can hardly wait for friendship
    Can hardly wait for love's song
    Don't know why I'm so impatient
    Don't know why I'm always wrong

    Phone calls in the evening
    Wrong number on the line
    Nobody to call and wonder
    Am I doing fine?

    So I guess I am
    Waiting
    Can hardly wait for tomorrow
    Or tomorrow
     Or...

     

    "Go Away, Little Girl"
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    January 31, 1979 5:45 p.m.


    You think I'm playing a game
    That "not speaking to you" is only a sham
    Well, let's not give it a name
    Because maybe playing a game I am

    Believe me, I want to speak to you
    I've always harbored this need
    But past conversations bear no clue
    To emotions I want to read

    In the past you flirted "at work"
    And then went home to your own world
    Well, I did not need this flirting quirk
    I needed to drain the tears my heart held

    So if you have anything important to say
    You can do so after hours off the job
    I'm only a phone call away
    I never wanted only to "hobnob"

    You know, to be in love with you ain't easy
    I'm not on top of myself anymore
    I don't want to be driven crazy
    By nonexistent love or care, for sure

    It's better when you're not even in sight
    Then I can pretend you were only a dream
    But when I see you I spend a bad night
    Because my emotions are thrown off the beam

     

    "feeling bad about feeling good"
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    February 4, 1979 6:10 p.m.

    Phase I

    At once we look back and there's always bad times, good times
    Important, unimportant times
    Times lasted interminably, times shot through the quick
    Times - and time harbors harsh memories

    Phase II

    To forget the pain - that's the object of desire
    To forget she who embodied object of desire
    To realize existence and come out of the shell
    To exercise freedom of the will

    Phase III

    As I hop in my car and travel away
    Can't help recalling the miles till yesterday
    The odometer clocks numbers
    which tell of no consequence
    Save how much time away from romance
    I remain

    Phase IV

    Can I feel good and remember a smile
    Or a friendly gesture of good will
    Can my powers stave the guilt
    As I drive to the oblivion of forgetfulness

    Phase V

    I'm in reality, old heartaches under the rug
    Into the vacuum cleaner, nonexistent
    A new record brings enjoyment
    A new record for peaceful reverie
    And a small phrase or a note in dischord
    Strikes the tune in me
    Which shall play forever
    Again I think of her
    And because I can't feel her presence
    I feel bad because feeling good
    Isn't all there is.


    BEHIND THE POETRY: The "Poem for the New Year 1979", while not one of my better pieces, contains two lines I really like: "good times reside only in tired hallucinations" and "Dreams sleep silent like an unsent letter". It also is the first instance where I use the phrase "mental masturbation" which shows up a lot in other poems and in essays I've written. 'Leave the Dreams by the Wayside (Again)" and "Go Away Little Girl" are unlisted "Cathy Poems." These were not part of the little book I gave her at the end of 78. In "Wayside" I mention "buying record albums again" attempting to forget my desire for this unattainable gal by immersing myself in music. In "Empty Hours", I touch my always present theme of waiting for what happens next, never satisfied with the repetition of nothingness that seemed to make up my post Cathy days.

    AN OBSERVATION ABOUT "STARS": I just wanted to mention this in passing. You might have read my pleas for "stars" on messages, and in posts esp. for the videos, or maybe I've mentioned adding "5stars" when visiting your blogs. I've learned recently that any less stars than 5 stars given to an entry doesn't help the entry. Usually I have three or four readers who immediately give me 5stars on my entries, and this is enough to put my entry on the front pages of Xanga, and this does drive more traffic to my site. (Thank you Thank you) On my last three entries, I was on the front page (http://weblog.xanga.com/) for a while, but then somebody gives me less than 5 stars, and it throws me back to page 8 or 9. I don't want to sound like I'm griping. (even as I am) If someone only feels that my entry is worth less than 5 stars, then they have the right to add whatever number they wish. I'd rather you don't star at all if you don't add 5stars however. I  make it a point, when visiting and commenting on your sites, to give you a 5 star rating if I like the entry, usually before I comment. Xanga lists the entries by the amount of stars, so if an entry has two votes for 5 stars, it will trump an entry with 8 votes and only 4.9 stars or less. The five entries that are "lucky" enough to get on the VERY front page of Xanga (www.xanga.com) are put there by the amount of 5star votes they get from the "Star Academy" which anyone can participate in by going to http://star.xanga.com/. More of "the guy who asks questions" fans and friends are 5 starrring his entries, and they are now all over the front pages. So if you give me STARS, then I implore you to give me 5 stars, or don't give me any at all. I hope this "observation" doesn't sound disingenuous. I'm always looking for my "15 minutes of fame" I've noticed if someone gives 5stars to one of my videos or photos, it goes back up on the front pages of the video or photo section, so check out my photoblog and videoblog sections from time to time, if you have the time. Thanks for all the comments I've been getting! I notice I write more entries when I'm getting more comments from my readers. MFN, ppf.

Comments (15)

  • it is those missed ones that seem to haunt the most.

  • "feeling bad about feeling good" reminds me of that book "been down so long it looks like up to me".

  • :coolman:
    I love when you post my poetry
    I have been digesting them one at a time
    since you posted and I must say that your
    last one.."feeling bad about feeling good"
    is my favorite of all. I think because I write my share
    of emotional drama that "Go Away, Little Girl" reminded me of myself
    but in a good way :wink:
    "Empty Hours" wow Mike...this one left a knot in my throat here; and your
    second one "leave the dreams" mirrored so much of my world except for the fact
    that I am a girl.
    Thank you for sharing Mike...you know I love your poetry.

  • not sure what I was writing...but I love when you post YOUR
    poetry....need to go to bed here :lol:

  • Great poetry Mike. Black cats that look alike mostly are Bombay. Judi

  • Good poetry. I am publishing through lulu.com--they are great! Thanks for the accolades.

  • It is interesting that you have archived your writing.Its a good thingI wish i had. Writing is a good way to sort things out ..and i can see the process in your poetry.

  • Actually Michael someone - not sure who - is purposly leaveing less than five stars to keep posts from being on front page - they are on FG too and it makes me sad

    I love this post!  1979 was the year I graduated high school and the year we got married - a very good year

  • Michael, :wave:

    In 1979, I was 10 years old. Never the less, in your poetry, I can feel what you feel because I've been there. Thanks for sharing!

    And "Go Away, Little Girl"... wow! My heart stings with its own past hurts as I read those words. And my heart sings with the knowledge that this is Now and my heart is new.

    Have a great day!
    Steve :sunny:

  • Mike,
    thank you so much for stopping by, your words are much appreciated... I try to give thoughtful answers, because I believe people deserve that... and I just love Bear to pieces anyway...

    Since I am packing to leave shortly, I don't really have time to read your poems just now, but I promise, I will be back!

    Enjoy your Saturday and turn in those 'terrorists'!! LOL

  • Sadly most of my poetry was written and lost forever. There is something good in ratpacking things away, it helps preserve the emotions and words of the past that could remain for the present and future audience.

    Sometimes I go thru google and try to find some of the people I have met in the past. One person Betsy is a reporter who occasionally I will read her submitted stories to her news agency. Otherwise unless you know the blog in which they are writing into, many of the people in the past are gone, forgotten or out or range in which to renew the connections.

    Do I like poetry with commentaries? Yes they are way better at times in context.

    RYC on Johanssen the spy: unless you are a spy buff( reader's digest got me into it) most spy stories are consumable fluff or for Walter Mitty like folks(like me) who just eat that stuff up occassionally.

    Ever eat at Cantors? Well I did a visit there on my blog....

  • 1979 was a very good year for you poetry-wise. I'm calculating that you were about 26. (I was 27) that was the year my first wife and I began having problems. If you had gotten married you might not have written a lot of your stuff and, basically, wouldn't be the person you are today. Not saying I'm glad you didn't get married, but I am appreciative of who you are now. Who can really say though? You might have become even more prolific :rolleyes:

  • What about people like who end up reading the blog days or weeks later? Is there any point for me to vote?

  • It's an amazing piece of writing in favor of all the web viewers;
    they will take benefit from it I am sure.

  • I used to be able to find good advice from your blog articles.

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