Sunday, January 27, 2013

If I call you darling


If I call you darling ...

... will you swear
on a stack of your best,

not the new discs,
but your pile of vinyl,

to always look at me
with the back doors of your eyes

open wide enough to hear
your melancholy blues,

let all subsequent music
press its magic,

touch my grooves,
coax them to sing,

deliberate and clear,
with its stylus. 


tk/January 2013


R.A.D. Stainforth steps out of his black and white world...



Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther


56 comments:

  1. just goregous. l love your love poems. this one has a lovely "tome" to it. Repeated record player and record images such as grooves are wonderful.

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  2. So very sensual ... love this one, Tess.

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  3. Fantastic imagery. You used the contrast between music and shared feelings wonderfully.

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    1. Thanks, Stevie...so nice to see you, dear friend...

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  4. perfect
    right in the groove

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  5. Wonderful evocation of Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin. I rather miss my old record collection, which I gave away in 2002 (a mistake).

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  6. beautiful, thatr took me right back

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  7. What a... oh, the words are not precise enough to communicate what my belly feels upon reading this.

    Maybe I'll just call it sacred. The "back door of your eyes" says more than I can express. Sometimes language doesn't work well enough for me. For you, here, it was exceptionally fine.

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  8. The image of that back door, the blues, send me...

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  9. "Touch my grooves, coach them to sing." Marvelous ode to the old 78s.

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  10. pres it's magic, like the needle on the player

    not alone

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  11. This is so musical ... loved it !!!

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  12. Your poem aches for a reply. I could, but should not presume. So I shall write to the dream as I so often do:

    That Girl On The Player

    You have dared and now
    I shake with dread that I might
    not measure up all
    that well to the way
    of things between us today.

    I know the beauty
    of your attention.
    My favorite part, the song
    you slip under me
    like a satin sheet,
    the shine swirling up around
    us and that girl on
    the player next door
    with me coming all undone
    despite my intent.

    12:06 PM

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    1. Beautiful, Christopher. Thank you...

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  13. Anyone willing to swear on a stack of vinyls knows it's a sure thing!
    Lovely poem, Ms. Tess.

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  14. Stylus- coaxing music from vinyl- always has seemed such a fragile proposition- I do miss the anticipatory crackle
    you never get anywhere else! thanks.

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  15. Stylus - now that's a word you don't hear these days.....

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  16. as always... love it Miss Tess!..

    JJRod'z

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  17. The old '78 vinyl brought back the memories, Tess!

    Hank

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  18. We are talking about records...right?

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  19. So sensual. I love "backdoors of your eyes." Great one, Tess!

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  20. I know I've posted here before but I have to tell you that every time I see that first line I attach it to the tune of 'let me call you sweetheart' - I have no idea why

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  21. touch my grooves,
    coax them to sing,

    PURE magic, pure Tess. Always enjoyable.

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  22. "The back doors of your eyes" - beautiful!

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  23. Bowled me over.

    to always look at me
    with the back doors of your eyes

    open wide enough to hear
    your melancholy blues,

    Just gorgeous!

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  24. Beautiful..I'm just caught up in the intensity! Trust the vinyl!!

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  25. the title itself holds and attracts u to see whats in there..:)

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  26. "touch my grooves coax them to sing"....wow that is sensual and beautiful Tess! :-)

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  27. the images in your poem are lovely and sensual. :-)

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  28. . . .touch my grooves
    coax them to sing . . .
    (I just now saw Carrie Burtt's comment on this, sorry, but I have to repeat it, got me)

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  29. This one really had me humming along!

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  30. Yes, it was that "touch my grooves, coax them to sing" that made me weak in the knees also, and (not sure if it was easier to detect because he was in color, but R.A.D. had a twinkle in his eye and a smile ready to break when he read those lines!).

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  31. back doors of your eyes - what magic there is!

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  32. Everybody knows vinyl discs and sex are inextricably intertwined !

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  33. Thank you, dear readers. Your comments mean the world to me. They really do.

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  34. Bravo! I felt the spin with this one, Tess!

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  35. "to always look at me
    with the back doors of your eyes"

    The mark of a good poet is innovative use of language. This is just that.

    Si

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  36. Everything I wanted to say has already been said--leaving me to just go back and read it again...and again. Beautiful and evocative!

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