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Friday, December 16, 2005
Something That Came to Mind.
Gotta love the cards, ne? Kuroneko-Sama, tell Santa's Little Helper that Kiowa Day Legend says 'hello'!
Kiowa is my greyhound. ^^
On to business. Last night was my last class at the college for the semester--public speaking. As such, we had to give a trubute speech. My own speech, however, is irrelevant to this post.
The speech that is relevant is that of a classmate, a guitarist who's done a few gigs at a local cafe/art lounge called The Zone. It's one of my favorite places, both for the coffee and the music.
Yes. I am a coffee nut.
My classmate's speech was very unusual, and I'll probably only hear anything like it only once in my life. His tribut speech was for his guitar.
He found his partner, Rusty, in a pawn shop and it was truly love at first sight. In fact, around that time he was setting out to go cross country with his band mates. He wound up taking Rusty with him everywhere he went, from San Francisco to Maine, and even to Canada. In that time, both he and Rusty got quite some time to get acquainted.
His partner is named Rusty because he had rusty strings. Because of the cross country trip, he thought it unwise to spend $15 on a new set of strings, so he dealt with the problem and made it through perfectly fine.
Now, I have plenty of respect for people who have talent. That includes musicians, artists, manga-ka, songwriters, and poets. I try to come to par with these people, and only manage to write a few little poems here or there. These poems have no real rhyme scheme, and they usually are about something that is immediately on my mind.
I wrote a poem last night, about my class mate and his partner.
[Rusty]
Alone in the harsh flourescent light
An artist stood--
He swept his fingers over the strings,
Teasing his partner into song
It was a bittersweet pleasure
That combined reality with memory
The artist had the power of a god
And held his audience captive
With his raw skill
Silence fell with the diminuendo...
...
He smiled.
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