You can’t write if you
can’t relate—no wonder I
never did till now,
you see, there was no me I
could relate to after all.
Yesterday’s prompt was a challenging one.
My mind went through strange leaps and flying twists, to finally land on steady ground. It fell with a thud and my poem took shape—a heavy thing that poem.
I needed something to lift things up again and I don’t know how, but Beck’s long-forgotten song, Loser, sprang forth and gave me the title for the poem.
The italicised words, I borrowed from that song. If you’re not familiar with it—a 1993 (!) release, ladies and gentlemen—or if you don’t remember what the song is about, go ahead and read the lyrics. Among the surreal images of chimpanzees and termites, there sits this little verse I shamelessly stole. But it resonated with the poem I had just written and felt like the missing coda of my drama.
Sing with me now!
Wow! You relate now! I never loved that song more than this moment! Does that response even make sense. The girl is back, she found her way back.
I’m guessing you’ve seen Beck’s cameo appearance in Futurama?
‘I always wanted to be a musician poet who transcends genres as he re-invents them!’