Tuesday, December 31, 2013

New Year's Eve




On this cold night, when year gives way to year
   With laughter, horns and drunken revelry;
When “Thank God that year’s gone!” is all you hear,
   And frozen smiles of hope are all you see:
Tonight, we are the old year’s derelicts—
   Adrift, exposed, begging to be protected—
Till Time, which heals all pain that it inflicts,
   Gives us a present where we’ll feel protected.
So we join crowds in which we feel alone,
   And in a spotlit canyon of concrete
We search for stronger things than steel or stone
   And outcomes where we won’t feel incomplete—
      And when Time takes its midnight breath, we pray
      For something that will take our breath away.


 

Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Underneath The Tree - Christmas 2013

Outside the snow is falling, but no friends are calling yoo-hoo, because they're all waiting in line to see that documentary about Los Angeles, The Desolation of Smog. 

And here inside Casa Mateo, where Christmas, like Duane Reade, is always just around the corner, I'm getting into the holiday spirit.  I'm putting the finishing touches on a rewrite of the third (angry and hopefully entertaining political) play I've worked on since I left the day job in June.  I'm putting the finishing touches on a poetry collection that makes me think "Gee--if you took every woman I've written a love poem for and laid them all end to end, their boyfriends and husbands would be really pissed."  I'm putting the finishing touches on about a dozen reviews I haven't managed to post since Labor Day.  And (because even in a big year for changes, some things never change) I've actually just finally put the finishing touches on this year's Christmas compilation. 

It's been a very strange six months.  It wasn't really until September that I managed to rehab away the day job addiction and settle into the methadone of writing, and coincidentally that's when I stopped blogging.  My current opinion is that my online silence was a combination of hunkering down and dedicating my time to what I've always thought of as my second job, getting totally turned off by all-caps oversharing on Facebook, and repeatedly coming up with the answer "Nobody in their right mind" to the question "Who wants to hear me rave about Before Midnight really?" 

So, in the hopes that "Some of you" is the answer to "Who wants to hear a couple of hours of holiday music?" here is this year's compilation of toonage.  Fun stuff, sweet stuff, silly stuff, and a couple of song-to-song-to-song in-jokes that I'm particularly proud of, one of which only a dozen people in the world will get, but hell, I know ten of them.

Enjoy, and have a great holiday.





01.  Underneath The Tree   Kelly Clarkson
02.  Kiss Me Beneath The Christmas Tree   Casper and the Cookies
03.  I Saw Mommy Biting Santa Claus   The Dollyrots
04.  Ragin’ Cajun Redneck Christmas   The Robertsons
05.  Whiskey Christmas   Darby O’Gill and the Little People
06.  Santa Stole My Whiskey   The Rimshots
07.  Christmas From A Bar   Mike Ireland
08.  Christmas At The Airport   Nick Lowe
09.  Rockin’ Little Christmas   Carlene Carter
10.  Folsom Prison Christmas (Mr President vs Johnny Cash)    Voicedude
11.  Winter   Ask Embla
12.  Bells of Love (Isabelles of Love)   Erasure
13.  Clint Frostwood   Chillaz
14.  Funky Funky Chritmas   Electric Jungle
15.  Last Christmas (Hip Hop Remix)  Rap Allstars
16.  Happy Christmas Tears   Little Jimmy King with the Memphis Horns
17.  Poor Man’s X-mas  The Smokin’ Joe Kubek Band
18.  Winter Dress   Humming House
19.  Sha La La   Cathy Harrington
20.  Cricket Carols  The Meek
21.  Could Have Been Summer   Maggie Chapman
22.  On This Winter’s Night   Lady Antebellum
23.  Something About December   Christina Perri
24.  Oh, December   Hanne Sørvaag
25.  Xmas In February   Lou Reed
26.  Happy Xmas (War Is Over)   Sleeping At Last
27.  White Christmas   Vonda Shepard and Robert Downey Jr.
28.  Christmas On Interstate 80   5 Chinese Brothers
29.  Christmas Bells   The Bank Cormorants
30.  Will You Sleep Inside This Christmas   Chris Scruggs
31.  Xmas In Bed   Eliza Doolittle
32.  Snowed In   Mindy Smith
33.  Christmas Eve With You   Lindi Ortega
34.  You Never Come Home For Christmas   Caitlin Rose with Keegan DeWit
35.  Everything’s Changed At Christmas But You   Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors
36.  Christmas Time   Piney Gir
37.  Shiny Red Suit   TimLee3
38.  Santa Claus Forgot Me   Old Ugly
39.  Rocket Ship Santa   The BellRays
40.  Christmas Weekend   Los Straitjackets
41.  Kozatsky ‘til You Dropsky   Shirim Klezmer Orchestra
42.  Nutcracker   Straight No Chaser

43.  Merry Christmas Baby   Trijntje Oosterhuis (featuring Candy Dulfer)
44.  Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)   Leona Lewis
45.  Winter Wonderland   Glen Burtnik
46.  Lonely This Christmas   Traitors!
47.  BONUS TRACK


Zip File downloads:

2013 Xmas Compilation - Part 1

2013 Xmas Compilation - Part 2


 

Monday, September 30, 2013

Love and Understanding


 

Of all the gifts you offer me, the ones
   I dread the most are love and understanding.
They are Hope’s allies, and the only guns
   Deadly enough to halt Fear’s D-Day landing.
Your love will kill my lonely certainty
   That I’m unworthy of true happiness.
Your understanding will forgive the me
   Who thinks he’s nothing but a shameful mess.
Beware: this is a man who’ll never trust
   A dream that’s been awakened with a kiss.
Tell him his fears are groundless, if you must;
   But if you’d know the truth of them, know this:
      Devotion never gives me what I need.
      You want to win me?  Hurt me till I bleed.


 
Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells

 

 

Friday, September 27, 2013

Appraising


 
Woman, if we lived in a simpler age,
   You would have poets for your retinue.
There would be books in which, page after page,
   Sages would try and fail to fathom you.
To win your smile, there would be temples built;
   Kings would compete to lie in your embrace,
Wars would end with your kiss; and blood be spilt
   Each time a frown flashed on your perfect face.
But these days, when all coins have been debased
   And value is a fraction of its worth,
Each rare ability with which you’re graced
   Goes all untreasured on this sorry earth
      And goddesses like you must sadly be
      Ignored by all but worshippers like me.




Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Because Why



I live in the small principality
   That stands between the great Kingdom of Whys
And the Republic of Because.  The key
   To my continued independence lies
In making sure I never put my trust
   In either neighbor, for they covet me. 
Each says “I am your friend,” but they are just
   Two enemies who hate that I am free.
So, since Whys tell me answers are all lies,
   And, to the great Because, questions are traitors,
I play at friends, work out a compromise,
   And squirm like virtue trapped between two satyrs:
      Because I know, questions will grow like cancer;
      Because I ask, I'll never trust the answer.


 Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells

Monday, September 23, 2013

Jottings from the notebook


INTERVIEWER:  Do you have any advice for young writers starting out?
JAMES TATE:  No—if a writer is going to get anywhere, he doesn’t listen to anybody.


Write as if you live in an occupied country.
     —Edwin Rolfe


We’re not calling them “divorced” anymore—we’re calling them certified pre-owned spouses.
 

Still, repression’s
got a lot going for it: from the repressed mind
comes beautiful stories, whereas from the liberated mind comes
websites that show women having sex with vegetables.
      — David Kirby, “Pink is the Navy Blue of India”

 
Weepers choose the music.
     —Vera Pavlova
 

Every birth a crime, every sentence life.
     —Basil Bunting

 
I try to surround myself with people who can never disappoint high expectations.

 
We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and a mystery.
     —HG Wells


A liberated woman is a fish that has fought its way ashore.
     —Karl Kraus


The lesser of two evils: a choice that evil always demands we make, revealing itself in the demand.
     —Clive James


The dawn has to kill
A universe of stars every morning
Just to get born.


Most people are other people.
     —Oscar Wilde


The sea depends on the drop of water. 
      —Franz Kafka


Kings do not touch doors.
     —Francis Ponge


Inside is the only kind of baseball in poetry, which is why it’s so hard to keep score.
     —Michael Robbins


Nobody walks away from an argument thinking “I lost.”


A muse inspires when she comes.
A wife inspires when she leaves.
A mistress inspires when she does not come.
     —Vera Pavlova


There are two sets of principles: power and privilege, and truth and justice.  If you pursue one, it is always at the expense of the other.
     —Julien Benda


The simplest way to stop a revolution?
Give it an office in the institution. 


The opening line of a poem is like finding a piece of fruit on the ground, a piece of fallen fruit that you’ve never seen before.  The poet’s task is to create the tree from which such a fruit would fall.
     —Paul Valery


We each really only speak one sentence in our lifetime.  If you are blessed, it is heard by someone who knows you and loves you and will be sorry to hear the sentence end.
     —Ernest Fenollosa to Ezra Pound


A girl has her dreams; a boy has his fantasies.
     —Teo Pozzi
 

Every good joke must be a small revolution.
     —Peter Barnes

 
No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.
     —Fernando Pessoa

 

 

 

Friday, September 20, 2013

The Morning After



Sweet angel with a devil in her tongue,
   What do I think of as I wake beside you?
—Why couldn’t we have met when I was young
   —Dear God, I hope to hell I satisfied you
—The way your belly slaloms to your hips
   —The brush of stubble on your inner thighs
—How yes and no lie teasing on your lips
   —How passion makes a lighthouse of your eyes
 —And even though I know your heart’s a shore
   With footprints everywhere, I will die trying
To be for you what no one’s been before:
   A sheltered harbor full of love undying—
      Empty of all but safety, rest and ease
      Where you can anchor any time you please.

 

 
Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The Weight of Time and Grief



It feels like years.  It feels like yesterday.
   The loss.  So close I smell its frantic breath
Against my face, and yet so far away
   It looks like rubbed-out chalk, and not a death.
Sometimes grief beats on me like I’m his drum;
   Sometimes I ache as if it just took place—
And then, a moment later, I grow numb
   And it’s light years away in outer space.
Like a black hole, Death too has gravity:
   It weighs Time down into an endless crawl,
Then speeds it up, and crams eternity
   Into an instant’s shell—and through it all
      Time avalanches as it drips like tears.
      It feels like yesterday.  It feels like years.




Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells

  

Monday, September 16, 2013

I know my death's the end my birth foretold



I know my death’s the end my birth foretold;
   But sometimes, in the dark, I hear the telling
And feel the moment of it manifold
   Itself inside me like a black bell knelling
Till my soul shudders to its fatal beat
   And I know—know with total certainty—
Not only that my end and I will meet
   But it’s so near now that it answers me
With doom’s irrevocable vertigo
   Down to a black hole full of empty laughter—
With Nowhere when I cry “Where will I go?”—
   With Nothing when I wail “What happens after?”
      Each time we meet, Death leaves one more harpoon
      In me, then sails away and whispers: “Soon.”


Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells