(Mick Jagger vs. Gertrude Stein) vs. (Warhol vs. Picasso)
Angie, Angie
Clouds clouds clouds clouds disappear
Love it ain’t smoke but it don’t whisper.
Leave behind a lean love, clean love, lead eyes
coats, mostly empty, don’t but do, mostly matter
When the goodbye is a dry goodbye, it is good to be alive
All can’t good dreams, good dreams in time baby
Some are sweet sweet sweet sweet weeping
There be love cried?
Those nights. Those nights we tried to begin like trees. Trees tumble.
The old coats are empty souls and we wear them and
we ain’t, we ain’t we, we go
comes to it
comes to it see. There sweet I can’t look on your look
hates this that tastes so sweet
What is this look? It’s unsatisfied.
Angie, Angie, you’re beautiful clouds. Goodbye.
An interesting cross-cultural experiment.
Thanks, Franklin. I’ve had fun with it. I got the idea after a spoken word open mic. A musician friend said to me “you poets never play the standards. How am I supposed to know your style if I can’t hear you do a piece I know?” So I got the idea to do this somehow. I suppose you can tell which “melodies” are being “played” here.