2024-02-15
by
Eleanor Goldfield
A vocal coach once told me that singing is just like speaking
So let us speak of things
Of dog-eared books and notes in margins
Of graffiti at midnight
And challah at sunrise
Of sand in socks
Romantically irritating
Of shit on feet and mud in your hair
Let us speak
Of the unmentionables
Let’s sing it loud to melodies known deep in our bones
To rhythms that follow heartbeats
4/4 time
Let’s stomp so records skip
Let’s flail so mosh pits envy
Let’s light pagan fires from Jesus candles
Shout amen to the witches we come from
Let’s speak of jaunty philosophies
And arcane ideologies
Topple the rigid
Glide with the fluid
Let’s fuck and make love
Because we can do both
Let’s sing and speak
Let’s run and fall
Let’s choreograph spontaneity
Skip and try not to giggle
Let’s breathe
Smooth or hacky
Jagged or calm
Breathe
And let us speak of things
Whatever hides between the lines
Of the dog-eared books and scribbled margins
Of selves kept on dusty shelves