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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.
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...
ReplyDeleteooh 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...
ReplyDeleteGroving 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.
ReplyDeleteLove the title reference...you really took me back with this one...we had a van lined with green shag carpet..lol
ReplyDeleteVelvet Underground and shagpile underfoot! Your poem really brings the picture to life.
ReplyDeleteOlive 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!
ReplyDeleteFlashback's hindsight - beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteFrom brilliant to genius in a few short verses. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAh 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!
ReplyDeletesmiles...the inhaling of the music...ah, i have been there...this was a trip back to my teens for me margaret....
ReplyDeleteShag rugs! omg- and green to boot!
ReplyDeletewoo-hoo-
This is a very special picture, and you poem evokes a very special time. I still long for vinyl records.
ReplyDeleteHi-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?
ReplyDeleteListening, 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.
ReplyDeleteSigh.
Took me back. Thanks, Margaret.
K
That olive green shag...I want some...
ReplyDeletePitch perfect...and word perfect too! I too love the detail of the shag carpet, lol.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, olive green shag! Or burnt orange! Holy 70's.
ReplyDeleteThank 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).
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteA scene for many a teen's rec room!
ReplyDeleteBecause 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.
ReplyDeletenicely done Margaret....and thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteWhile you lot were busy trying to counteract the dark demon that was the vietnam war, i was still star seed.
ReplyDelete"Way too young." HA! Why did that make me giggle. :)
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