Some of you are aware that I've been contributing to Star Maker Machine, a collaborative weekly-themed music blog, since this past October - its fun, it's challenging... and it's an honor to be in such esteemed company...
A few weeks ago the subject was Trains, of which I'd made a mix CD a few years ago (thus possessing me to contribute 6 submissions containing 9 songs, a record for me) - when the following poem appeared in yesterday's Writer's Almanac... today's OV post was a no-brainer (who am I to argue with The Universe?... :-)
BOOK: A Passion for Trains: The Railroad Photography of Richard Steinheimer by Richard Steinheimer, Jeff Brouws (introduction)
POEM: Trains by David Shumate
POEM: Trains by David Shumate
I am seduced by trains.
When one moans in the night like some dragon gone lame,
I rise and put on my grandfather's suit.
I pack a small bag, step out onto the porch,
and wait in the darkness.
I rest my broad-brimmed hat on my knee.
To a passerby I'm a curious sight—
To a passerby I'm a curious sight—
a solitary man sitting in the night.
There's something unsettling about a traveler
who doesn't know where he's headed.
You can't predict his next move.
In a week you may receive a postcard from Haiti. Madagascar.
You might turn on your answering machine and hear his voice
amid the tumult of a Bangkok avenue.
amid the tumult of a Bangkok avenue.
All afternoon you feel the weight of the things you've never done.
Don't think about it too much.
Everything starts to sound like a train.
QUOTE: "The only way of catching a train I ever discovered is to miss the train before." ~ G.K. Chesterton
QUOTE: "The only way of catching a train I ever discovered is to miss the train before." ~ G.K. Chesterton



















