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Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther |
Stayin' Alive
I'm yearnin' for a time
when notes
bent and stretched
floated within a room,
favorite band
a fingertip away.
"In living presence"
closed our eyes,
inhaled, let the groove
take hold,
olive green shag
tickled buffed toes,
and high-fidelity
vibrated our core.
by Margaret Bednar, January 28, 2013
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Open Link Monday" & "Sunday Mini-Challenge". The mini-challenge was hosted by Susan and we were to take a last line from an old poem and use it as the first line for a new poem and to let a feeling just come and to write it rapidly. The "old poem" I used was "Getting to Happy" and I used a portion of its last line.
I googled 1970's favorite nail polish color... and it was "natural". I guess I am too young to remember that. :)
This is also linked with "The Mag #153". The photo above is this week's inspiration.
24 comments:
holy heck, Margaret, that photo startled me with that Nick Cave record!! ack! okay, hold please while i breathe, and go back to take in what you've written...
ooh yes, yes. the olive green shag and the vinyl and high fidelity, I DO MISS THAT.
EXCELLENT. :)
seems like we put a lot more effort/soul/ourselves into listening to music back then...
Groving on shag. Mine was brown, but the couch cushions were green and quadraphonic sound was speakers hung from 4 ceiling corners. Albums. It felt alive for sure, all around alive.
Love the title reference...you really took me back with this one...we had a van lined with green shag carpet..lol
Velvet Underground and shagpile underfoot! Your poem really brings the picture to life.
Olive green was certainly the 'in' colour - my boyfriend gave me a fluffy pullover in exactly that shade for my 19th birthday...those were the days!
Flashback's hindsight - beautifully done.
From brilliant to genius in a few short verses. Wonderful!
Ah yes, a bit of time travel here. And we thought high fidelity was the best of sound, didn't we? Little did we know what would follow!
smiles...the inhaling of the music...ah, i have been there...this was a trip back to my teens for me margaret....
Shag rugs! omg- and green to boot!
woo-hoo-
This is a very special picture, and you poem evokes a very special time. I still long for vinyl records.
Hi-fi (now it's wi-fi) ... we all had to have it back then. Believe it or not .. we had a red/green plaid sofa with a bright red shag carpet .. it was the 70's what can I say?
Listening, and dancing to the music. I was there, and I was still dancing in the 70s, and a DJ with vinyl was just fine when we couldn't afford a band.
Sigh.
Took me back. Thanks, Margaret.
K
That olive green shag...I want some...
Pitch perfect...and word perfect too! I too love the detail of the shag carpet, lol.
Oh my goodness, olive green shag! Or burnt orange! Holy 70's.
Thank you, Margaret, for the memories. Would that I could go back too but I am glad my memory comes to me for this one (thank you too for peeking in on my Toad entry).
I'm playing the Bee Gee's recording (You Tube) as I write this. Mrs. Jim and I love the movie, Staying Alive. It is probably my 'most watched.'
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Truly a snapshot of the age. I remember that shag carpet and my parents stacks of albums...you've got me musing and wanting to call my mom. Thanks for the little grin down memory lane.
A scene for many a teen's rec room!
Because of the subculture I was raised in (fundamentalist christian homeschooling), I missed out on things like this. Your poem is beautiful, and almost makes listening to this music sound like a spiritual experience.
nicely done Margaret....and thanks for sharing your words
While you lot were busy trying to counteract the dark demon that was the vietnam war, i was still star seed.
"Way too young." HA! Why did that make me giggle. :)
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