Gareth Calway - Bard On The Wire
A bard on the wire, a voice in the wilderness, a home page for exiles trying to get home. Everybody is an exile. Maybe artists just realise it. "Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free."
Pages
- The Meanings of Christmas (EDP feature)
- Doin' Different
- Blog
- Perspectives on Literary and Linguistic Theory Part 2 Linguistic Theory
- Boudicca Britain's Dreaming
- Perspectives in Literary and Linguistic Theory Part 1. Critical Theory.
- Poem of the Month 2016-2020
- Tom and Harry
- Margery Kempe
- Doin’ different. (my 8th poetry collection) Poppyland Press 2015
- Exile in his Own Country (my 7th poetry collection) Bluechrome, 2006
- The Merchant of Bristol (my 4th poetry collection)...
- Britain's Dreaming (my 3rd poetry collection) - Fr...
- Boudicca
- Poem of the Month 2007-2015
- A Job To Remember
- The Merchant of Lynn's Tale
- A Robin Hood Lesson
October 08, 2024
walk on the wild side full band version
October 03, 2024
The Worm That Didn't Count (for National Poetry Day)
The Worm That Didn't Counti'm a creep,a real crawler,no backboneat all, alow humblegrinder, basemouth fullof soil, awet, writhinghyper-sensed slaveto all, achill, facelesshorror, tightlipped,toothlessscrawl, adim, brainlessshrinker fromharm, a cringingcoil, but a-live!
and i can turnTo a snake in the grass, or in your bosom,(Or under a garland of bright apple blossom)Moving you deep in your bowels:Subtly developed, sophisticated,Staring through hooded lidless eyesAt a dense underworld, dimmed, deaf as Dis,Feeling my sniff-flicking way with my tongue,With a wriggle of ribs, swift-scaling the dust,Dumb, unless rattled, when, breath caught, I hiss.I'mPuffed up with sluggish irritation,Stitched in a dead skin, a splintered vision,Excreted through rocks like fear, or birth,Charmed by your writing arms, scared of sticks,The dinosaur undead, too potent to handle,Daemonic, divine, river written in the stars,Smooth poison keeping Creation sweet,The dragon. Get off my back or I'll strike you.You've wanted me always, under your heel.
September 26, 2024
Metal
September 20, 2024
Walk on the Wild Side
Hitch-hiked her way across the USA
Plucked her eyebrows along the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side"
Alright
In the back room she was everybody's darling
But she never once lost her head
Even when she was giving head
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, Candy
Take a walk on the wild side"
And the colored girls go
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo"
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York City's the place
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, baby
Take a walk on the wild side"
Looking for soul food and for a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
You should've seen them go, go, go
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side"
Alright
Huh
She thought she was James Dean for a day
But then you know that she had to crash
Valium would have helped that bash
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side"
And the colored girls go
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo"
August 27, 2024
The Song of the Wedding Rings
August 22, 2024
Sonata in G "Love and Death"
The lyric is a Petrarchan sonnet repeated with variations. In sonata terms the first theme ( in the tonic key) is "In fear of death and out of love with God" which changes key into "In love with death and fear of God and doubt" and back again, a pattern repeated with word modulations on the same theme as the octave of the sonnet works out (ABBBAABBA.) The second theme (in the dominant key) is "In doughty love with love and life and out" which changes key into "Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune" and back again, this second pattern also repeated with word modulations on the same theme as the sestet of the sonnet works out - (CDEEDC. ) The sonnet is repeated with subtle variations and then the two themes, both verbal and musical, are developed before the recapitulation (beginning "In fear of death and out of love with God/ In love with death and fear of God and doubt") resolves with a repeat of the original dominant sestet in the tonic key.
Thus, the themes of love and death are expositioned, developed and resolved as both sonata and sonnet.
All the vocal and instrumental lines ( bass, harmonium, acoustic guitar, tom, snare) are simple but the overall sonata construction is more complex than anything I've ever tried before so I didn't want to waste the considerable cognitive effort required on a trivial subject. Love and death are certainly not trivial themes. As regards the lyric, the phrases had to be as musical as they are semantic and in constructing a sonnet for this musical programme two things happened. 1. I wrote in a less linear, more cyclical, way than usual and being so preoccupied with the form (and the minting of phrases that resounded and that could be developed in the repetitions and varied as tunes are in a sonata) my mind was so preoccupied it let my deepest feelings about these themes through undistracted and unfiltered.
The sonnet as a poetical form repeats metrical and musical ideas anyway (the form, meter and rhyme in an octave and sestet which pivot around a 'turn' at the end of the eight line ) and the 'thought' of a sonnet goes one way (thesis) and then the other (antithesis) towards its synthesis at the end. In this one, those repetitions, pivots and resolutions are extended through subtle variations of the same sonnet (rather than say a sonnet sequence based on verbal thoughts only) within an overall musical sonata.
music as an actual formal musical sonata with sonnet lyrics.
peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/track/sonata-in-g-love-and-death for full notes.
lyrics
In love with death and fear of God and doubt
Of love and life and All and driven out
Of every In and home and church, a rod
For my own back, and with my own nails shod,
In fear of life and death of love I shout
My doubtful notes, my beaten heart as stout
As death, and out of fear I pray to God.
In doughty love with love and life and out
Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune
And let my not-self go, and all in love
All lost like little self in All above,
Self’s little death, my darkness all consumed,
Unshrouding June from ‘I’-cy clouds of doubt.
And half in love with death and fear of God
In fear of All - and all in love with death,
As out of love with life as dying breath
Repeating prayers of lightning to a rod
That doesn’t give a damn, an outed odd
In death with love who never dared to guess
Death’s loving door, a grave, would answer ‘Yes...
And half in love with death and fear of God
In fear of All - and all in love with death,
As out of love with life as dying breath
Repeating prayers for lightning to a rod
That doesn’t give a damn, an outed odd
In death with love who never dared to guess
Death’s loving door, a grave, would answer ‘Yes
Fear’s death will come and fall in love with God.’
In doughty love with love and life and out
Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune
And let my not-self go, and all in love
All lost like little self in All above,
Self’s little death, my darkness all consumed,
Unshrouding June from ‘I’-cy clouds of doubt.
And half in death and for the love of God
The death of God all in love with death,
As out of love with life as dying breath
Repeating prayers for lightning to a rod
That doesn’t give a damn, an outed odd
In death with love who never dared to guess
Death’s loving door, a grave, would answer Yes
Fear’s death will come and fall in love with God.
In fear of death and out of love with God,
In love with death and fear of God and doubt
Of love and life and All and driven out
Of every In and home and church, a rod
For my own back, and with my own nails shod,
In fear of life and death of love I shout
My doubtful notes, my beaten heart as stout
As death, and out of fear I pray to God.
In doughty love with love and life and out
Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune
And let my not-self go, and all in love
All lost like little self in All above,
Self’s little death, my darkness all consumed
Unshrouding June from ‘I’-cy clouds of doubt.
credits
In the film, I'm doing my first play through which remains as the basic bass guitar and vocal track on which everything else was later added (including Maz's guitar).
license
August 21, 2024
Solidified Might
August 19, 2024
Back Porch Blues
Birth of the deadliest thing on the planet,
The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis.
Damn all these currents of feeling that kiss
And wear me, so much, with their wetness, or grit,
Solidified might, past-imperfect as is.
Silence, a stare, are my anaesthetists.
I freeze out pressure, heat. I won’t admit
The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis.
Sunshine, tears, won’t melt my heart like Ice’s,
I’m dead hard. Whatever moves, I’ll kill it,
Solidified might, past-imperfect as is.
I went to pieces once; perhaps round this
More grainy core, less brittle, I can fit
The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis.
Made of dead reactions, buried stresses,
Grist to milling Earth, I’ll never quit
Solidified might, past-imperfect as is.
The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis.
credits
August 12, 2024
Villanelle in E (Stone Blues)
August 05, 2024
Twenty Years (The Civil Wars)
That I wrote twenty years ago
Yellow paper and a faded picture
And a secret, in an envelope
No excuses
There's no secondhand alibis
Just some black ink, on some blue lines
And a shadow, you won't recognize
And twenty more
I'll be praying for redemption
And your note, underneath my door
And your note underneath my door
July 29, 2024
Halley's Comet
July 26, 2024
July 25, 2024
The Swimming Song
This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around
I moved my arms around
And I swam in a swimming pool
Salt my wounds, chlorine my eyes
I'm a self-destructive fool
I'm a self-destructive fool
And you know that that's not all
I did the breast stroke and the butterfly
And the old Australian crawl
The old Australian crawl
And a reservoir, to boot
At the latter I was informal
At the former I wore my suit
I wore my swimming suit, yeah
And jackknifes for you all
And once when you weren't looking
I did a cannonball
I did a cannonball
This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around
I moved my arms around
July 23, 2024
Fight fight fight (response to an article in the Guardian)
The ‘uncanny image’ (Johnathan Jones, G2, Arts) of Donald Trump as some sort of risen Christ/anti-Democrat Iwo Jima /right wing “No Parasan’ will of course be received by all too large a section of the Religious Right as testament that their angel has been spared by God to ‘fight fight fight.’ Spared from an assassination attempt by a confused 20 year old conservative registered Republican; fight not just the ‘witch hunt’ against Trump’s denial of a democratic change of power in 2020 and the attempted quasi putsch of January 6 but now it seems ‘fight’ “to bring the whole country, even the whole world, together;” however little of the whole country and whole world’s diversity is ‘visible on the Republicans’ twin white male Trump/Vance ticket. But whatever terms you use, God (Providence? Fate? Accident? History?) has indeed spared Trump as ‘He’ didn’t spare Jo Cox, JFK, Martin Luther King and others whose message seem a lot closer to the “love thy neighbour as thyself” of the actual – God-unspared - Messiah than Trump’s fake news ‘Risen Christ.’ ‘God’ also spared Hitler (and all his subsequent evil) twice, the first when an English soldier in the First World had him in his sights, the second in 1944 by Germans tired of his relentless fight to ‘bring the whole world together’ under a jackboot. Farage, the mock-heroic British Trump with his milk shake stigmata, will doubtless drool over his death-defying hero’s brilliant manipulation of media and want to bring it home to the UK, but whatever apocalyptic destiny there may be for an America where a ‘Biblical’ King appoints the Judges who then exonerate him from all charges, it doesn’t make that mean-spirited abusive bully a risen Christ.
July 14, 2024
Euros2024: The House Where I Saw England Win The World Cup On TV
I return to the Rodden Estate in my home town of Frome in July 2024 to secure a victory for England against Spain in the European Nations Final. Until Wednesday's semi final (10 July) I hadn't watched England play on TV in Frome since July 1966 (in the days when everyone played in black and white) and this was clearly the missing final link in lifting the 58 years of hurt from off the Three Lions' collective back. But just to make sure, I popped back next day (or was the day after?) to the old house and the green green grass of home (that's my box bedroom window at the end of house shot and the living room below where we watched the game. I put a 'Swinging London' Union Jack up outside at the end of the game. It will be a Three Lions bag or two from Frome Marks and Spencers if we do it today.) Then I popped up to Badger's Hill where I used to get my leather ball dubbined and watch Tony and Kim Book (the former later a top flight winner with Manchester City, the latter later a goalkeeper for Bournemouth) contest the old Western league while listening to the Light programme's commentary of a First Division second half game. Ah, 1966 and all that - under a recently elected Labour Government. Why has it all taken so long to come again? And in one way a little further. A first final on foreign soil... But it is here. If we've won and you're in the mood for happy endings after a lot of unhappy false beginnings, you can read all the 58 years of context here in a small collection of sonnets here https://calwaygareth.blogspot.com/p/the-beautiful-game.html but these will read a lot better of there's a victory sonnet at the start. If we lose, you can just stare at the wall and wonder how long you've got left for the next chance like me. With the glorious exceptions of the women's team two years ago, the England Rugby team in 2003 and the cricket triumphs, I hope you don't have to wait as long as I have. Fingers, legs and stars crossed.
July 01, 2024
Bring Me To Fring All Saints - the remake
June 26, 2024
Summer Wine
June 05, 2024
Tyger Tyger!
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