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Monday, July 13, 2009

Def Poetry Slam

On Sunday afternoon, in the midst of the grueling schedule and difficult conversations and decisions that frame General Convention, right in front of God, an appreciative audience, and a few confused passersby who wandered in the Exhibit Hall, poetry was spoken – and sung.

Our own Louie Crew was joined by Lelanda Lee, Zoe Cole, Sally Sedwick, and Elizabeth Kaeton, who read some of their original poetry.

Dylan Breuer put some of her poetry to music and treated us to some stirring vocals and a few wicked riffs on her electric guitar.

Her parody on “I will survive” (General Convention) is destined to be a classic.

To give you a flavor of the event, I include “Paean to the Queen” (for Lutibelle) written by Lelanda Lee:

My heart follows
the barbed lobs
zinging across the court
excitement and angst
curdle my blood
These are my brethren
whose arrows intend to wound
whose slings intend to cripple

The Quean sits in the new ark
upon an eastern shore
fielding data
from all sources
Emissaries assert
no one else spares
the time or interest
to sort and file
who’s gained entry
who’s newly anointed
who’s MIA
Occasionally her majesty
sends out request for
film recommendations
just for fun

The Queen has served
her subjects like a royal conscience
soft as a whispered confidence
purred in silken tones
across the network
deputized to makes things
right and make things
happen and save a
pretty penny to entice
new members to the kingdom

This Quean holds genleness
within her breast and
faith in God within her soul
She lays the truth out
like a fine filed of clover
inviting all to tread softly
lest truth be crushed
under the weight of
those armed with
the last word
the final pronouncement
of right and wronged

Joy, Joy, the Quean encourages
Love, Love, the Quean espouses
All the fielding, sorting and filing
making, righting and saving
only matter if we learn to dance
to the music of the galaxy’s stars
connected by our rainbow feathered boas
hugs and kisses for one, for all.

1 comment:

susankay said...

Lelanda is ours -- from the Diocese of Colorado. Now everyone must pray that "Rob, our bishop" is listening to HER not to ABC.