Verbatim | A song about being a guru

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  • เผยแพร่เมื่อ 6 ต.ค. 2024
  • Wrote these lyrics as a poem some years ago about my experiences being a story structure guru. Here's the original poem:
    Verbatim
    Have you ever wished
    you had something to say
    to open the heart
    or capture the day?
    To dissect the mind
    or rally the cause,
    but your words come up empty,
    like stasis on pause.
    So you put up your web site
    and type in your Word:
    a mouthpiece for Gurus
    who want to be herd.
    You stamp out a template
    and auction your ware
    that builds them a stairway
    for climbing up air.
    You translate their yearnings,
    transfigure their Muse,
    with a medium message
    divine in its use.
    Yet a lukewarm reception
    devours your spiel,
    consumed and digested
    by The Zombies of Zeal.
    For years you persist
    in your nebulous quest
    toward a furious sound
    of infinite jest.
    And you never look back
    as your life passes by
    to present as reflections
    not seen through your eye.
    But one day you wake
    with a pain in your gut
    that your fame is a fake
    and your mountain, a rut.
    So you fall from the sky
    ’til your life’s on the level
    to lie in your bed
    while embracing the Devil.
    And you sing with the sirens
    a glorious wail,
    obscuring the site
    of the Visioner’s Grail.
    And the auctioneer’s gavel
    indentures the Muse
    and takes a percentage
    of all whom she screws.
    But one day She dies,
    consumed with the clap,
    and Her audience cries
    as it lays in your lap.
    So you cradle its head,
    as it cradles yours,
    and you wish you were dead
    (save the proceeds from tours.)
    But it isn’t the money,
    nor is it the fame,
    and it never was simply
    the name of the game.
    And it isn’t the insight
    of getting there first,
    nor the common law marriage
    of better and worst.
    You keep scratching your head
    ’til it coughs up a thought
    in the hope it tastes better
    than those that you bought.
    You savor the flavor
    that burns through your tongue,
    for Truth leaves you speechless
    and breathless and young.

    And the answers you sought
    with obtuse nomenclature
    turn out to be more
    of a personal nature.
    So the final few words
    of the self-focused work
    provide answers for me.

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