Hey there Comedy Whirled... I'm re-posting an archive of my older work so that they might have a virtual home... here amongst my friends and fellow artists.
Be well and take care my friends.
I hate time.
I'm not kidding, I really mean it.
I fucking HATE time.
The concept of time... as I lack one, is a source of eternal frustration for me.
But what I REALLY hate is when time becomes my enemy. I miss the blissful days of my youth, where running through all the imaginary worlds
possible in my backyard kept me oblivious to the need to track something
so silly as TIME.
Now, as an "adult" time is constantly thrown in my face as a challenge. Don't miss the deadline... don't stop moving... or time will beat you.
Well, I suppose it will eventually beat us all... but why do we put ourselves through this artificial segmentation of our very existence?
Does it give us comfort? Or is it just another temptation in the plethora of numbing activities
provided to us by modern civilization to help us forget WHO we are?
I'm not quite sure... but I know this. I'm fucking sick of time.
So, I'm calling on my friends to join me in small rebellion... just in the space of a few breaths...
Give up time. Just be. Let's see what happens.
thus far untitiled - a conversation with inspiration
[Scene] It's summer but not hot. Weary, and tired... a traveler stops to have a conversation with inspiration, who's a bit annoyed with her for ignoring him.
He appears by her side, and takes her hand.
Looking down she closes her eyes. She thinks of music, flowers, and rockin' roll.
She opens her eyes to find herself not in the desert, as she expected...
but in the forest she knows and loves.
The old music of the trees calls to her.
He walks ahead on the trail, and starts humming...
"Run into the night...
Let your ideas take flight...
Feel the pulsing of life surrounding you... and...
Fuck. Kick those narrow right-minded ass-hole fascists
right out of your head."
Jim! Wait up...
"Don't be DEAD... (unless your just grateful...)
Liz, if you were going to fuck up your life... you could have done worse-
than accidentally becoming a lawyer - you know."
"Yeah. You could have been a rock star." He throws back his head and laughs.
So YOU say.
I JUST DIDN'T WANT TO GET PUSHED AROUND ANYMORE - SHIT.
But then I found... that I had over-shot my objective.
She ignores him...
And now, I'm being tested.
Somehow along the way... Jim...
I forgot how to RUN.
She looks up, and they are at the summit. Her blue eyes squint as she
takes in the vastness of the mountain range before her. The matters of
her life fade as she breathes in the pure clean air. She feels awe, as
she absorbs the vast landscape before her...
He looks at her with a smirk, and challenge lies in his shrug.
"Then child - just be, and run free."
She nods, looking to brilliant blue sky before her. She turns, to face the road ahead, longer than she can fathom...
She smirks, and starts to walk.
My dear cousin,
I never knew you...
and yet I miss you still.
your music calls to my soul.
The shipwrecked clan,
I see you in my own eyes.
and I think of you.
The rhythm and the pounding beat hypnotize me,
I let go.
Shades are best for this weather, don't you think?
Sure Jim, sure.
I let my guard down...
Suddenly, I am called back.
My stomach aches,
and suddenly a cascade of emotions...
bloody and messy,
spill themselves out upon my kitchen floor.
Sweet relief... sweet, sweet relief.
I feel free.
after half of a lifetime
the curse is lifted,
and the girl is set free from her cutting bonds.
She stops thrashing, and tries to calm herself down.
Everything is so different and so strange.
She sheds a tear...
as she mourns those she must leave behind...
but despite her pain she can't help but relish the fresh air biting into her lungs,
the oxygen as it rushes into her brain,
and the bliss of complete freedom as it lightens her heart.
she runs... she runs...
free and wild...
she finds herself awake. suddenly.
again, she is free to dream.
Free to breathe deep,
Free to smile,
Free to leave.
Really, its a love story.
His love defeated their curse.
Fear was defeated in one clear stroke by
and yesterday is again put in its place.
Today starts life anew
as Spring is upon the doorstep.
There is no going back, only forwards.
(dedicated to the love of my life... may the dozen years we've had together be multiplied over and over. thank you for being my knight. I love you.
Being alive is wonderful...
... and too often taken for granted.
... until you find you might lose it.
... each moment should be savored.
... and ice creme is good for the soul.
How to garner an idea,
an original thought...?
...to influence the mind,
yet also the heart.
A new journey begins,
as the last chapter of the school book is
Remember to listen to the radio.
August 22, 2009. Morning at the beach.
Here I sit upon
so weathered by
the wind and sea.
The gentle ripples of the
water lapping against the
sandy shore lightly fills my
ears as the gentle silence
of the beach is broken
up by the sweet morning calls
of tiny birds...
Which are flying low over the water
in search of breakfast.
The salty air permeates my nose, scented by the
tangy fragrance of the seaweed and of life. The joyous scents
of life clear my head of the rush and haste of city life, as the sun breaks
out and warms my neck.
It's been too long since I've visited the beach.
My senses awaken to the
sensations which arouse my slumbering spirit.
The lush greens of the trees watch over me, and
The meaning of life seems simple as the power of nature fills my bones.
It is a good day.
wild flower girl child...
running in the grass... playing in the dirt.
with no shoes.
she was free.
she did not know to do otherwise. (or to be wise.)
Sandboxes, and sunny days... I recall...
Smiles... and hugs.
Snow on Thanksgiving...
The "Red Plate" Club...
Joy and Love.
again running free...
as wild as the wind...
Thanks to you, my father... my eternal champion.
I now... will always know my way home.
I love you.
Tales from the Future... Tales from the Past...
sit down before my modern day "type-writer" .... and think on what to write... this night...
The internet radio kicks up the Creedence...
Sci-Fi? Surreralism? Comedy? Tragedy?
...and THEN my soul breaks free.
...recently crippled by the loss of my modern dependencies... my desktop computer... my editing software... again...
...my authorship is striped to its essence... I am reduced to the words that I can type... and I am no longer able to hide myself behind the
"trappings" of transitions and fades.... glorious pictures and
I am not comfortable.
Surrealism it is then.
But I MUST write. I MUST create.
The beat of the drum beats in my heart... the beat of the drum in the heart of any truly free musician.
Although being a fan is more comfortable for me...
"One thing I can tell you is you've got to be free." - The Beatles
Thus, I must stumble around... my guts upon this page I write... to be spilled for the entertainment and enjoyment of all.
... but I "still like that 'ole time rockin' roll."
What's next? I scream to the fates....
What other challenges must I face?
I am ready now... to meet my fate as it lies before me.
Whatever that might be...
thanks to that "peaceful, easy... feeling" that "The Eagles" woo me with...
and thanks to Mr. Johnny Cash... who's spine was made of steel... and compassion...
"I've been everywhere man...
I've had my share man..."
love that mountain air man...
It'll get you every time man..."
Where's my ending...? I'll let you know when I find it. I'm still looking.
In truth though... I have been to Lodi... for lunch.
Whether I'll ever be there again... who knows?
But it does run along the I-5...
the key to the West Coast.
Dig it man?
I dig it... man.
THE "Go ask Alice..." blues...
when the men on the chessboard... act up.
but the white knight is talking backwards...
(I'm sooo confused.)
and the red queen's off with her head...
DO WE ALL REMEMBER WHAT THE DOORMAN SAID!?
DO YOU EVER WONDER who WILL STOP THE RAIN?!
(oh yeah... Pres. Obama... he's trying anyhow...)
IT'S GETTING NEAR DAWN... I'LL SOON BE WITH YOU MY LOVE.
(careful there love... don't get burnt!)
IN the sunshine of your love...
What if you knew HER? What if you know? [4 dead in Ohio.]
How can you run when you know?
(whaa? know what? history?)
WE GOTTA GET OUTTA THIS PLACE. IF ITS THE LAST THING WE EVER DO.
(crazy... soo so hot in here...)
OR DEAR... YOU'LL BE DEAD BEFORE YOU'RE TIME IS DUE.
(what? what did I miss this time?)
GIRL... THERE'S A BETTER LIFE FOR ME AND YOU!!
(you know it... groovy baby.)
[guitars...... oh yeah!]
BETTER RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE! AND DON'T LOOK BACK!
(but I'm soooooo tired...)
I SEE A RED DOOR AND I WANT IT TO TURN BLACK.
(soo soo tired...)
UNTIL MY DARKNESS GOES...
I SEE PEOPLE TURN THEIR HEADS AND QUICKLY TURN AWAY... IT JUST HAPPENS EVERYDAY.
(so it does... what do you want from me?)
I LOOK INSIDE MYSELF AND SEE MY HEART IS BLACK.
(so you say... what? no!)
WHO WANTS TO FACE FACTS?
THERE HAVE BEEN TIMES... LOOKING IN THE MIRROR... SEEING THE LINES ON MY FACE...
(you can BARELY see them darling...)
OHHH THEY'LL GET'CHA MAMA...
(CCR'S burning up the radio... All suddenly seems well. taking those back-road turns at enough speed to feel the curves...)
I KNOW NOBODY KNOWS...
HALF MY LIFE... HALF WRITTEN PAGES...
FOOLS AND SAGES...
THEY ALWAYS COME BACK TO YOU. SO PLEASE... SING FOR ME MY LOVE.
(for I hope to survive this battle...)
MAN! THAT BOY SURE PLAYS A MEAN PIN-BALL.
(Where am I going again? Did I leave the directions in my left pocket?)
HE STANDS LIKE A STATUE.
(so so still is her face.)
HE PLAYS BY INTUITION.
(she dances in the rain.)
DREAM ON UNTIL YOUR DREAM COMES TRUE.
(ohhhh... yeah... that's nice...)
I KEEP A TIGHT WATCH ON THIS HEART OF MINE.
BECAUSE YOU'RE MINE... I WALK THE LINE.
(Rock on baby mine. I owe my life to you.)
BABY... BABY... ITS ALL RIGHT NOW...
EVERYTHING IS ALL RIGHT.
(... but she grew up tall... and she grew up right...)
I feel summer creeping in... and want to hit the mountains... tired of this town again...
TAKE ME AS I AM... AS I CAN'T STAY LONG...
it's time to meet the rising sun...
...going down to the station...
...that rambling blues beat will save you everytime...
(An LQ Blog)... From the NorthWest in the mid-1990's...
[Voice-Over]...in the flannel wearing, angst driven mid-90's... when the internet's survival was still questionable......the handle... of my alter-ego, my rebel... LizzyQ, was born for IRC.
(Inter Relay Chat... right? hmmmm...)
...short for the Lizard Queen.
"How many of you people know you're really alive?" - Jim
This was... of course a tribute THE DOORS, and to my fascination with my celtic clansman Jim Morrison...
[...and boy... was Val Kilmer cute in that movie... but see... this was WAY back in High School...]
[Fade in: Music. Not TOO loud as to overshadow the V.O.] Typical HS cut in, but with flannels and converse.
[V.O.]...When Nirvana's Kurt Cobain was the reluctant King of Rock, and you could buy
100% wool flannels at the BIGGEST department stores...
...For those of us who knew that any decent flannel was obtained either from your dear relative... nice and broken in...
... or from the Goodwill...
(A good flannel shouldn't itch.)
For us... it was a crazy time. For one brief moment in time, the history
of the american popular rock money making machine culture was focused on
our corner of the country like a magnifying glass... but what they told
us was us...
What we saw were distorted images of our regional culture... like in the mirrors of a fun house...
and thus... during in this brief moment in time, in this small part of the country...
LizzyQ was born.
But then they were gone, and they were saying to us "grunge" was dead... as
if to say we weren't cool enough to play with the "cool" kids
anymore... but we never complained, in the face of this slight... as we
mourned the loss of one of our local artists.... one of our own... we
never complained... as honestly... we'd rather be left in peace... than
to have folks meddling in everyone's business... Music always has
been, and always will be a deep part of our culture
here in the NorthWest. Jimi's statute is just a few blocks from
here... I pass it most days...
Ken Kesey's NorthWesterners...
(reflective) ...AND NOW... just over a decade has past... and I've re-discovered some of my old pieces...
(background side-note: many were about and around the time my parents separated
when I was a teen. thus, some have a very dark tone.)
...the earliest... of my psedynm's work...
... the earliest of those of my crazy young rebel...
... from out of storage I've retrieved them...
... and I was surprised to find I liked what I'd found...
So I thought I might share a few of my old pieces... For your amusement and pleasure... I submit to you... (unedited)
a taste of
THE WRITINGS OF A YOUNG GIRL... (circa 1994-1996).
"Freedom" - Written Oct. 6th, 1995.
I turn up my music as loud as it will go. The strong beat makes me stronger as I mimic the words.
This is my sanctuary. My rage pulls my spirit from the gutter of apathy,
and I am free. No one can take this from me! This is my ganas, my
drive, my will to survive.
To them I am a troubled child.
"Poor kid, I wish we could help!" the hypocrites mumble to themselves.
I will not take this anymore! I will live! Because I am not like them, they try to submit my spirit.
"No more!" cries the enraged child within me.
"No more!" the poet screams.
My name is called, my music is turned off, and I must put on my mask again.
I leave my room, and my freedom behind.
[This piece was written after I wrote a history paper on the Kent State shootings during the Vietnam War. RIP Allison.]
The Hippie's Last Stand - (circa 1996)
The flickering candle casts shadows about the room. The mix of fresh
roses and burning incense adds a heady smell to the atmosphere. I smile
as I hear the sweet ramblings of my companions. Deciding to listen to
the hypnotic stains of Jim Morrison, I lay back and relax.
"What do you think Sandre? Is it going to work?"
I am snapped back from the higher plains of existence by Allison's simply query. The conversation had changed while I was daydreaming.
"The ----- war! What do we do about the war?! Nixon's got us
invading Cambodia now! It's just getting worse! They brought in the
National Guard on Friday! For no reason! Against a few non-violent
"Something should be done. Kent State is getting worse." I lamented.
"Just chill... We'll worry tomorrow." John tells us.
"Groovy..." she ways in a wearied voice. We settle into the
rhythm of the music. The irony of Jim's "People are Strange" eludes us
because we are so tired of fighting.
(some liberties were taken by the author in considering the characters in the story.)
Sorrow's Day - Feb. 1995.
Everything I knew is foreign,
and everything I was is gone...
The first chapter closes,
and the curtain falls.
Today is Sorrow's Day.
All the dirty work is done,
and everything is forever changed.
Today is Sorrow's Day.
"Fill me with your anger!"
at the crying sky I plead.
"Fill me with your strength!"
at the thundering wind I plead.
... so that my soul will not fill with
and wither to
"Burn with the rage of fire!
Burn with the strength of oceans deep!
Burn with the strength of the mother that nurturers us all...!"
"Today is Sorrow's Day...
and it will not take me!"
Finale (circa 1994-1996)
The band soars; the music
fills the room.
They know they've done well.
Their instruments sing,
and the crowd taps their feet.
They can feel the sound.
The final chorus line comes around...
They play it with all the
energy they have.
The last notes echoe in the room.
The crowd goes wild,
They stand up and cheer,
That's all you can hear...
(untitled) (circa 1994-1996)
The sun shines down upon me, and embraces my skin. A cool breeze brushes the hair out of my eyes.
The grass below me is fresh, and I can still smell the dew...
A peaceful silence fills my ears, only interrupted by the spontaneous song of the birds in the forest behind me.
The free blue sky is mirrored in my eyes, and a smile gently covers my face.
by LizzyQ, Sunday March 29, 2009
Let it roll baby roll... awww, hunny...
Hi Neighbor! What's happening out there...?
Don't you think it's time to go back to the roadhouse... and listen to them
Does anyone know what ever happened to Maggie McGill?
We can sneak in the back...
... I want to be just hangin' with you...
... what's with that ship of fools doin' riding high upon the river of
...can't they see that it runs red...?
Hey man, what's that about the blind tiger?
It's not mine... I didn't leave it here.
I want to walk in foreign sands.
And sing songs of the sea...
And let the north winds blow.
Perhaps we'll meet again next summer.
Are you REAL? Baby... freak!
I love you. The best.
Can you also see heaven when you look and smell the sea?
Scattered... the rays of the sun lightly singe my skin, and awaken my joints...
What's goin' on man?
I drifted off to sleep...
That's my lover just behind.
Come on.. let's go.
The shadows play tricks with my blue eyes... I pull out my shades.
I thought I glimpsed a dream in your eye... the one you're dreaming off...
... the one most you're afraid of.
Let it roll baby... let it roll...
...all night long.
As it's almost time for blue Sunday...
And I'm done waiting.
The sun's finally arrived.
Beats Souls Every Time." - Jim
by LizzyQ, Tuesday March 24, 2009
My hands feel weary...
...and my young bones ache.
My soul is tired...
...so I search around shakily in the
early morning darkness...
... for my chivalric honor, and my
I must have left them somewhere
between there and here.
Where is my inspiration
... my whimsy?
... my guts?
I've lost my voice... I fear...
....and somehow I also seem to have
lost my pen...
My ocean blue eyes would speak
volumes to you...
...of long gone battles...
...both won and lost...
...but glazed over with
...they won't let you in.
Instead, steal. Nothing.
If I let down my defenses...
I'm afraid I'll fall down.
I'm not sure how many more times I
can get up again.
Like a war torn soldier...
I stumble forward...
...with my knees raw and bleeding...
...and my spirit torn.
Who will carry Artemis' banner if I
They say I've won the
battle... I hear some shouting in the distance...
look there... my lady... can't you see? ...that's victory there over the
next ridge... >
believe them. I shake my head groggily, in an attempt to try to wake up.
I'll only believe in victory once I have it in my hands... and I never have to
return to THAT battle field again.
...Still groggy... I stumble
forward... I still have a ways to go...
...to get there... it
seems like forever...
you see it... my lady... you've won... they can't beat you now...
the trumpets will soon be calling out your victory!>
I can hear them vaguely...
calling to me...
what you've done... my lady... against all odds... things can only get better
Hah. That's what they always
warrior's heart knows...
there will always be more battles.
by LizzyQ, Sunday March 1, 2009
Okay... Let's sit down and try and do this blog thing.
Well, lately I've been finding myself without a subject.
Needless to say,
...for the one who always has something to say, this is both bizarre and
I've never been very good at being quiet.
"So perhaps this itself is my subject?" I ponder to myself on this
darkly grayish white and dreary early March afternoon...
constant light rain splashes over the world... out of the drain pipes,
hitting the ground below... with its lazy and tireless rhythm ... and it
hangs heavy in the air.
The persistent chill of late winter numbs my feet... I must get socks on.
... and all that stuff.
... I brave the cold, and visit my porch... seeking the cleanness of fresh air
the rain always brings.
... the sounds of the city permeate my senses slowly, the sounds of cars and
construction being done down on the street below.
... it gets to me, this grayish cold...
yearn for the brand new season's first sunburn... lightly scorching and
kissing my skin with its touch. that first sunburn always that sets me
up for the summer... darkening my skin and flooding my body with
... every one is on edge, and tired...
....we all can feel spring just around the corner...
... the first of the flowers have started to bloom...
... I saw one myself just the other day. The first in my father's garden.
... we can't speak of it yet...
... the spring... as if we're afraid to jinx it away...
...the eternal rebirth of the seasons...
... we wait... patiently ... holding our breaths for the warm winds of spring
to come and thaw out our toes...
... and to lighten our cares and soften our woes.
by LizzyQ, Thursday August 21, 2008
As the sands of history shift gently beneath my feet...
...I find myself suddenly awake and alert...
Looking around at the world with newly cleared eyes...
I can see beauty everywhere around me, alive and thriving.
A breeze lightly caresses my skin now... as I slow down my thoughts.
...just sit, listen, and breathe.
The chaos settles out of my mind and rests itself amongst the many grains of sand beneath my feet...
I get up.
... leaving my burdens trailing behind me in the sand, I start to feel my body straighten...
...the light misty rain washes my soul of fear as I walk, as it fills my nose with the pugent moistness of the trees...
...I can see their leaves are plump with water as I pass them by.
... the freshly cleaned air fills my lungs...I can feel it's coolness spread throughout my body.
... I start to move more and more quickly across the sand, my joints loosening as I go; I let my muscles gently fall into a natural rhythm as out of the corner of my eye I see the flicker of
a seal's back glistening in the morning sun.
It is a good day.
by LizzyQ, Wednesday June 4, 2008
... shifting underneath my feet.
... such a strange, strange feeling.
... I wonder if this is what it felt like to kick Nixon in the ass.
I feel a bit dizzy...
"For everything there is a season... for everything under the sun." (Ecclesastis, The Byrds)
... Whatever may happen henceforth in the race for President of the United States, history was made tonight, when Barak Obama became the presumptive nominee for the Democratic Party, and
Hillary Clinton came in a very strong second... (as far as we can
... but whatever the numbers, delegate counts, blah blah blah...
....both an African American man and a woman came very close to winning a major party nomination for the first time in our nation's history...
... and to think at the young-old age of 30 I never thought I'd live to see either an African American or a woman run a viable campaign for President...
... and only 40 years ago we were fighting against "seperate but equal" and Jim Crow laws...
... TONIGHT for the first time in 8 years I am again proud to be an AMERICAN.
... HOPE is in the AIR, and those of us who are jaded ought to be careful, as it can be contagious...
...WILL YOU remember where you were on June 3, 2008 when the course of our nation's history was AGAIN shifted by the blunt will of its people?
I was in class. Where were you?