Well, my Archetypal Fiction class at Small Town Coffee has
come to an end, after 21 fun Thursdays! At the end of its term, it gave birth
to a small Writer’s Workshop, in which I and some of the Archetypal Fiction
students will just get together over a weekly potluck to read our work and
comment helpfully on what we hear. We are all teachers and all students: price
of admission is something good to eat.
We had a great time the first evening of the Workshop,
reading each other long free-verse poems we have written and looking at how
they link to music. I played a recording of myself reading a narrative poem
called The Pirate Band Laments Its Fallen
King, in sync with the music of the pirate band itself – or rather
themselves, since there are really two pirate bands, one with electric guitars
and the other with a piano and other classical instruments like flutes and
trumpets. They get into a musical competition to see who can lament their
fallen king the best, and we hear their sad conversation about the Great Man
when he still walked the decks and ruled their lives.
I had just seen Pirates
of the Caribbean for the first time when I created the words and music,
and this was a weird spin-off from that
unique movie experience. It all seemed so real to me at the time, I developed a
short story from the lyrics. Who knows where these things come from?
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