This is Nathan Deen. I was a performer once upon a time, in Jax FLA, Savannah GA, and most of all, Atlanta GA. This morning my therapist at the Methadone Clinic told me that I was an "interesting man". That made my day b/c, lets face it, I'm an insecure ego maniac. (Own it, bitch! Own it!) Sorry, REDBULL's kickin in. Moving on...
The reason I am here, writing this now is b/c of a man named Collin Kelley. He is an amazing talent who hangs out with other amazingly talented ppl. He also hangs out with me, too. Not sure why other than my boyish good looks. B/c , to quote Claire, "Nathan, your writing's kinda shitty." She told me that one night after I came off stage at Java Monkey in ATL. I went home with her that nite. I fell for her simply b/c she was the ONLY person Id ever met who felt the same way about my writing as I did, and still do. But enough self loathing. Back to the reason I'm here: Mr Collin Kelley. He has a poem titled 'Sex in my parents house' (if memory serves correctly). This poem made it into a book, an anthology of poems from poets who have featured at Java Monkey Coffeehouse. (THE longest running spoken word venue IN Atlanta. The book, and the venue, were put together by another talent and mentor: Mr Kodac Harrison. The book, Java Monkey Speaks, contains one of my poems and a couple of Collin Kelley's poems (as well as a myriad of other talented ppl, too many to name).
Collin's poem, 'Sex in my parents house' is, in my opinion, EVERYTHING modern poetry should be. Its honest and revealling, sexuall and explicit, and it works great on paper AND as a performance peice. I know b/c I personally have performed this poem to people ALL OVER the southeast in backyards and at barbeques, in bars and in beds. It, is, an awesome peice of poetry. And in my attempt to re-connect with my former Sexless Lover, I was navigated to his blog. And the only (I THINK) to write to him is to create my own blog. So here it is! My own blog. I've been on the internet since the Apple green-screens and this is my very first blog. Thank you, Collin for turning me on........to blogging. My search for you continues. Thus ends this first entry into my first blog. If you've read this far, I apologize. No flashy ending.
HERES SOMETHING I WROTE YESTERDAY
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QUEEN OF ENGLAND
I wanna meet the Queen of England! 3am, PBS, Documentary (this is no good excuse for actual chemicals). Peopled lined up in Windsor Castle, giddy as children, speaking of frail old woman like she is a rockstar. Its amazing to me the royalty still survives in this hard, fast, modern age. Everything is birthing and dying and fighting to live free all around this world. And we're video taping it all. And here, admist this shitstorm of techno frenzy, is this family of people just like the rest of us, stuck in these dirty mortal crumbling bodies. Only these people are stuck up on a pedestal, held on the shoulders of a billion commoners, all scratching through this shit society, sedated daily with dreams of being up there too, on the shoulders of the rest of us, shining like a rockstar.
I wanna meet the Queen of England! I've had dreams about London ever since I was a young boy in Southeast Georgia. Refugeed amdist Pinetrees, trailer parks, and small, simple minds. I wasnt meant to be here. If I ever found fortune I'd travel to Europe and walk the rainy streets of London for a few years. I'd lose myself in the culture. Ive met a few folks who have been there. They tell me its a terribly depressing place, dirty and ignorant in the streets. Sounds like a place I could fall in love with.
I wanna meet the Queen of England! I wanna know that there's something more to this world than this small part where I remain stuck. Chained by lack of finances and a love affair with chemical sedation. Circumstance and apathy keeps me stuck in this hole where no one else seems to think like me. I wouldn't dream of going to a plubic place in Brunswick GA and declaring devoutly, "I wanna meet the Queen of England!"
Just wouldnt happen. Not here. Not now. No way. But if one day I could stand in front of the Queen of England, and shake her hand, because I accomplished some thing that will always mean more than I ever will, then I could die with some peace of mind, that there IS something out there. Far away from these quiet lives and people who die, small honorable deaths, that no one will ever remember. Not 200years from now. That priveledge is saved for the very few of us, like royalty. Why wouldn't ANYONE wanna shake the hand, of something Immortal. Hell, maybe some of it would even rub off.
Hello, Sexless Luvah! I'm still here in Atlanta, waiting for you to return one day. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words about Sex in my Parents' House. People still ask me to read that one all the time. Glad you're covering it far and wide. I'm gonna link you up to my blog, but you have to promise to keep blogging and not let it die a slow death, hogging up precious bandwidth.
Meeting the Queen is overrated. Meeting Diana would have been much more interesting.