Welcome to the world of change/rearrange... Where listening to music and reading poetry come together into a sampled collection of pieces. change/rearrange American. |
Gears get caught in the mud
I’ve wanted to be so much for you
And once I want to start
I’m trying to be so much |
After the wreckage
I can’t leave this funeral that never seems to end
And is that the way it goes?
So was it just me
Does your spirit rise after the wreckage Is this what you’re doing to me?
And now, after the funeral,
I should know by now |
All Your Fault
you know i could kick your ass
you left me, you know,
and hindsight’s 20/20 i’ve got to put my foot down on something, you know
and so i left you
but you have so much on your mind i wonder if you even knew i was there
there are many things i could have told you |
Andrew HettingerI never really liked you. You never revealedyourself to me and why would you: you, who never had anyone, you, who always had the bad breaks. Everyone looked at you as different. Where would you have learned to trust. Who would you have learned it from.
I never really liked you. I met you through
ight limp and a
I never really liked you. You never revealed
They told me the patch was from eye surgery
I heard these stories and I thought it was sad.
The house you lived in was littered with
I never really liked you. You would come home
I never really liked you. Every time you talked
This is how I thought of you. A man who was
I received a letter recently, a letter from
and instead of leaving this town you went to a
And I was asked to be the messenger to my
I never really liked you. No one did. But when
I never really liked you. But now I can’t get
My friend still doesn’t know where your grave is.
I never really liked you, but maybe we could get |
Expecting the StoningI
you know how
that it had to stay in the freezer in order to survive
it was either one or the other
you can try and it will II
I think what I liked the most about us
no, wait, it wasn’t that
but I liked the idea of being with you and what did it get me III
maybe my problem was that it was all in my head
I didn’t know you were a popsicle that would melt
I didn’t know you had problems. don’t we all.
I didn’t know you were a snowman
and yeah, that snowman melted with spring, like you
I guess there was a lot about you I didn’t know IV
I remember how little kids would want to build snowmen I hated the cold, so I didn’t play in the snow as much
maybe in playing those little games V
I should expect the stonings that I am bound to receive I don’t want to be that for anyone I think I am too cocky to be a good leader, anyway
so, thank you for getting my hopes up and then blowing them away or table salt spilled on the counter
because I think I needed to learn that lesson |
being godI’m tired of dying for your sinsover and over again and why is it that I am the one that’s doing the dying when you are the one that’s doing the sinning I don’t think you’re learning your lesson
I’m tired of taking this knife to my hands
I’m tired of being humble when I’m
I’m tired of preaching to the converted
I’m tired of coming to you and healing the sick
I’m tired of giving the earth up to you
I’m tired of being your salvation
I’m tired of being your teacher, handing you
I’m tired of wearing this crown of thorns
I’m tired of being something for everybody |
communicationI
now that we have the information superhighway
our pleas become computer blips
to be left for someone to decipher II
got into work the other day
so i first returned mike wright’s phone call
realizing i didn’t actually get a hold of anybody III
sara and i were late for carol’s wedding rehearsal IV
I was out at a bar with Dave, and I was explaining to him
and then it occurred to me, how difficult it had become
and then it occurred to me, no matter how many different V
now that we have the information superhighway
but what if we don’t want to communicate
what if we forget VI
i wanted to purchase tickets for a concert
so i turned it on, dialed the number,
and the line was busy VII
i wanted to get in touch
you see, i could search the internet for hours VIII
now that we have the information superhighway
but then the question begs itself: |
farmerAnd just north of his corn fieldthere is a college, the university has bought up the property
right to the edge of his land. And
do research in food genetics, create
All he wanted
every morning, maybe meet some new
school south an extra mile, put up
field anyway. And the doctors say the
he would wake up early Sundays
property edge. Kids leaving beer cans,
In the upcoming years, would his
he had sewn the seeds; the plants
And all the way to the street at the
end is his life, his little earth,
with his food. And now the rows of
worst yet, he didn’t bother with the
his house is almost up to his waist.
in it all, and he’s almost crazy. The grass
let the weeds grow. |
High RollerI long to see you sitting againcigarette in hand walkman on the table
I want to be able to walk up behind you
I long to have my cheek near yours
our skin wouldn’t touch |
Holding My Skin Together
is life pre-ordained?
is it just me? |
I Don’t Want ToI don’t want to make a million bucksI don’t want to worry about beauty first I don’t want to do everything myself I don’t want to let everyone do things for me I don’t want to help the poor I don’t want to give up what I have earned
But I don’t think I earned this
Who am I supposed to apologize to
I don’t want to think about the bad stuff
I don’t want to live this way, and
people tell me I’m being pessimistic |
Lost in the breeze
I have only seen you through my rose-colored glasses
I know you thought of me
I know you thought of me
I know you were doing me a favor |
medicationII set my alarm for 4:30 instead of 5:30 so I could roll over, take a pill, and fall back asleep. I’d leave two pills on the night stand with a glass of water every night. I could feel the pain in my leg, my hand, when I reached over to take the drugs. I’d feel it in my back, too. And sometimes in my shoulder. The water always tasted warm and dusty. It hurt to hold the pills in my right hand.
I closed my eyes at 4:32. I hated that damn alarm clock. And
5:40, I couldn’t wait any longer, I couldn’t be late, we
II
Take one tablet three times daily, with meals.
III
An hour after the pills, and I’d start to feel dizzy. And I could still feel traces of the pain, lingering in my bones.
IV
And then I’d think: If one tablet, fifty milligrams, could put me
May cause ulcers. May cause dizziness. Side effects may vary
V
And then I had to watch the clock, take a pink-and-white
When I’d feel my body start to ache again, I’d look at the clock. |
See YouTube video 10/8/16 of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Medication” from her now sold-out book “Change/Rearrange” live at the Blue Hole reading at the opening night of the Georgetown Poetry Festival (Sony camera). |
See YouTube video 10/8/16 of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Medication” from her now sold-out book “Change/Rearrange” live at the Blue Hole reading at the opening night of the Georgetown Poetry Festival (Lumix camera). |
civil warI
the confederates are winning the battle II
a civil war is raging inside me |
most accurate metaphors
rape is one of the most savage
it is a political crime
rape is an attempt by men Bob Lamm, 1976
now there’s two ways
you know you want this
i saw the way you were
did you think those drinks
how long did you think
just do as i say |
My Dead Daughter
I keep getting this image in my head
and maybe she’s a smart girl
but these are my memories
maybe she never had one |
Once Wanted You as my Friend
I should laugh about this. I know |
praying to idols
every onc in a while
he had dark hair
and could i see right through you
i’d clasp my rosary necklace
how many hail marys
i cannot believe i have seen you
why do you have to be my god
is this what people think |
Right There, By Your HeartI
i had a dream the other night that i was in a II
have you ever had that feeling before, you III
it had already been a long day, sitting in the back IV
i got the mail, like i do any other day, and by then i had V
i needed to talk to someone, so i threw my bathrobe on the VI
i don’t know how many times the idea of seeing him |
timing is everythingtiming is everything, you knowjust when you say you’ve had enough just when you’re ready to wave that white flag and step out of the ring and stop playing the game and stop feeling the pain because you’re numb
that’s when for a brief moment something
and suddenly breathing is no longer a chore
well, that’s when they pull they rug out from
timing is everything, you know, they do it |
Two Minutes With Ayn RandI don’t believe in things that aren’t proven,that we have no evidence of, but sometimes, sometimes, I still think about what I would do if I had two minutes to talk to you
when someone asked me what I’d say
and if I could talk to you
But I know I’d have to tell you
I would have been still searching blindly
and it’s nice to know
and the fact that they exist
but you knew that because I’m still looking.
You’ve created these heroes
Yes, thank you
so maybe, if those who posed |
What do we say
What do we tell our youth
What does it say of us What does it say of our self-esteem
What does it say of our media
Dear What rights do we really take away I hope you’re not suffering too much
Richard Speck, convicted of killing
When a menber of society commits a crime in theory
One man in prison filed a lawsuit
What do we say to all of this |
Against My WillThere have been so many timesWhere I have been raped
Not that some man That way is just to obvious
Not the “someone tried
If you have done the research I have
Because
I guess with that in mind
Or the fact that the word “woman” Like how “she is “he” with an “s” Like we’re an extension of them
Or the fact that men
I should be aware
I can handle the jokes
I mean
Fine
And how much money
* Note that “Feminist with a capital F” is from a poem by Joanna Marshall. Also note that “End of your family line” is is reference to “The End of The Family Line” by Steven Morrissey. |
why i’ll never get married
at work we’ve been looking
and some were good
and they said they wanted
and they said they couldn’t work
and that’s when i knew |
Why do you
Why do you make us wait for you to come back? |
will be just finethere’s a pot on my window sillterra-cotta, i think and it used to have a spider plant in it once now there’s just a pile of dirt shaped like a terra cotta pot with a few dried stems coming out of the top
i could never take care
and i wonder what i’ve done
could I find you again |
fantastic car crashand our life is one big road trip nowand we set the cruise control and make our way down the expressway.
and most of the time we’re just moving
but I know what’s inside you and I
you are a fantastic car crash. you stop
everything shatters with you, you know.
through the air. and every time you leave
from the windows. you know, the glass breaks
even though I’m careful
and the glass cuts into my hands
to this fantastic car crash
and I wave my hand to the line of traffic:
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