08 May 2009

Kick Drum

I'm so tired. This is quite unfinished

There is something in the thick thudding,
Something primitive in the
There is something animal,
Something a hundred million years old
In a hunched over ancestor.
Something before words.
Something before memory.
There is something primitive
In the short arc of two wooden sticks.
There is something violent,
Bloddy-fisted and bare-knuckled.
There is something mathematically complex
In placing each drum just so.


  1. I have to tell you that I have "0" appreciation for the kick drum. Someone gave my kids a drum set, and it is loud.

  2. I like this one so far! I can't write poetry to save my life, so I always really admire people who can do it well.

  3. I love this piece! The image of our ancestral spirit pounding on a drum through the ages is just so cool.

  4. yes - pound that kick drum - cool piece -

  5. That deep, bass sound that rattles ribs! Sometimes it is absolutely necessary!

  6. keep poking,
    lovely thoughts shared.

  7. Thanks, all. Too bad I posted the link to my first version of the poem. Not the latest revision. If anyone sees these comments and wants to check out the minor changes - Kick Drum