1986: Rebel's Lament Poem by Cretan Maineiac
1986: Rebel's Lament
What of the knowing wind
of Hendrix on vinyl
songs of silence
lately branded for our own good?
What of prayers,
my steeple?
Down now
covered and quashed
the queen's garment stolen.
Tell me, dear Nurse, where
the old song
ends...
someone ordered 'stop
or you'll be (cast-) rated'
Gored upon the
twin horns
of
(relatively) Good Taste &
(reasonably) Free Expression:
The rhythm of the
bed springs
is no longer permitted.
Now's the time to rise,
shine,
speak in the vernacular to
new friends (no more room for
enemies)
fall in love with the company.
I like your style. I always have time to meet and greet new friends
I could fall in love with present company when he writes like this. t x
I enjoyed this spare, well-written poem. Sadly, I missed out on vinyl, though, I have about 100 or so albums in my garage that I inherited. But nothing to play them on. Peace, L&T
Enjoy your style... ah how I recall the vinyl...grand memories
Ah Vinyl, I remember it well. Everyone likes a Rebel with a cause, Good write Chris. Take care and have fun. David
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 6:38:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
(Relatively) good taste and (reasonably) free expression...love it...New friends, (no more room for enemies!) . Fall in love with the company....love it. Welcome to the new experiences....fresh faces, and joy!