This Poem was Submitted By: Kenneth R. Patton On Date: 2004-11-29 07:45:37 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
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All Things Pass A tribute performance
to my favorite Beatle
The Searching one
No wonder I liked him
I watched quietly
but inside I was rocked,
Stomach-slammed by emotions
Christ, you’d think I knew him
A ghostly image
hung above
looking down on his son
A young lad among superstars
Center stage composed
playing guitar,
So much like his father
My hair stood on end
More than a penny
for his thoughts
As the accolades swirled
I searched his eyes intent for clues
Suddenly in my mind
A bizarre image;
Everyone gathering to help
As I plant a garden
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Copyright © November 2004 Kenneth R. Patton
Additional Notes:
We approach the anniversary of George Harrison's death.
I watched this concert a year or so ago and thought how
courageous his son was and wondered what it would be like
to pay tribute to my father who was a farmer
This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2004-11-30 15:54:56
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Kenneth--This is actually an excellent dual tribute to Beatle George and your
dad. Also, it is apt proof that inspiration and epiphany can strike at any
time or place: one only need to be consciously open/receptive to the many
energies of aura present. IMO, the attended concert served as a conduit for
a mystical connection through George's son via a reverse similar reaction
giving you a need to create 'a garden' in the name of your father. Thanks for
sharing this heartfelt 'following in father's footstep' analogy. TLW
This Poem was Critiqued By: Paul R Lindenmeyer On Date: 2004-11-29 23:58:15
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Kenneth,
you write of one of the finest concerts of contemporary music to date. The "Concert for George" was an
apparition at times, and a true artistic showpiece at others. Your verbiage and stacatto style adds to
the intensity. It is my favorite musical production, and I have purchased several copies for my friends
as presents. All marvel at the talent gathered, and the spectacular music they played through Harrisons'
genius. Your ending indeed mirrors the scene, of "Everyone gathering to help As I plant a garden". A complete, delightful snapshot of a wonderous musical tribute. Great job, keep on writing!! He was indeed
the "Searching one".
Peace, Paul
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2004-11-29 22:50:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.94118
Dear Ken,
I completely enjoyed this poem. The exposure to his music and life, or perhaps over exposure is what I believe makes us feel like we did know them. I grew up with the Beatles, remember watching them on the Ed Sullivan show as a little girl. I never saw the concert you mention but I'm sure it was awesome. The message is clear where you compare yourself to him, searching which adds sadness to this poem.
I often feel this way when I see John Lennons son (and thank God the courts are still holding his killer), because that was another tragic affair.
You have wonderful visuals in this poem, written with a few short lines, and easy comprehension lends an Earth feel to this poem. As far as a tribute to your father I'm sure you have countless ideas but haven't found one yet that is the most pleasing to you.
Very good poem in my book!
Sincerely,
DeniMari
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2004-11-29 14:39:07
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.96552
Ken, to be blunt, you hit chord with me on this piece. His “All Things Must Pass” album was always my favorite of his, and Apple Scruggs let you hear, “him” as much as a person could. Throughout his Dark Horse era, his music, although odd at times and metaphysically based, resonated most as “Beatle” style. This always made me wonder, of the collaborators, how much “critical” style choices were made in the collaboration, once George added his, “design”.
“A tribute performance
to my favorite Beatle
The Searching one
No wonder I liked him” – “The Searching One”, and I say the least temporal one. I have always thought that other than John, George was the only one you could hold a “real” conversation with, and John, it depended on too much “internal” dissonance.
{I watched quietly
but inside I was rocked,
Stomach-slammed by emotions
Christ, you’d think I knew him} – This led me immediately to think about the Ballad of John and Yoko, if you will, John’s retort to his “Jesus” debacle, coming full circle to #1 on the charts. His “Christ, you know it ain’t easy”, I thought about your “rocked” stomach-slammed emotions as you watched, what was, and so impacted your life.
{A ghostly image
hung above
looking down on his son
A young lad among superstars} – I am not familiar with the video you speak of, but it is a must for me to watch it, and to reach with you the moments, the son, the “lad among superstars” of course, dabbling in his fathers “arguably” best known expertise.
“Center stage composed
playing guitar,
So much like his father
My hair stood on end” I wish I could tell you the realizations augmented by your simple verse. The link which so much exceeds the boundaries of life, and the progeny, fated without request, living effigies, this stanza was especially powerful.
More than a penny
for his thoughts
As the accolades swirled, I searched his eyes intent for clues
I must see this, and watch with wonder. I know, I believe, till now I seldom gave such thought of the power that remains. “searched his eyes for clues”, oddly enough I often perform at an open mic, and there are young young people there, and the “edge” they play with I remember, and I seek their eyes to find, redemption maybe.
Suddenly in my mind
A bizarre image;
Everyone gathering to help, As I plant a garden
I have known everyone gathering for my music, but am just a poor song writer who must work. To have a congregation of the appreciative, as I did the “travail” of my life, now that is a scene I am not sure I am comfortable with. Great verse Ken, made me think, and maybe, add to the moment, a little longer.
This Poem was Critiqued By: James Edward Schanne On Date: 2004-11-29 10:28:03
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.53846
Your note helped me connect with this poem because otherwise I wouldn't have connected the last line with the rest of the poem or at least not easily. Thanks for letting me read and comment.
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