Writer, Musician, Poet, Academic
30 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: consequences, God, poetry, slipping back
I don’t know if it was four days of Tylenol
Or fever
Or four days bedridden, . . .
But I saw my whole life in a vision
In a critique
God tried to touch me
I fear I don’t have the strength
To sustain God’s touch
Slipping back may have consequences
Too dire to contemplate
I had a glimpse
I have a vantage-point
I see where I have been
A part of me won’t be the same again
27 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: a calling, alone, community, connections, fulfillment, impoverished, poetry, reflection, time
I have the gift of perspective
The gift of years and experiences
The time and capacity for reflection
Fruitful reflection to realize
The fulfillment I have . . .
I have struggled to get somewhere
And with the struggle over I have found myself nowhere
And I have grit my teeth
Steadfastly endured miserable circumstances
I have passed time—years—just getting by
Getting by, not living—quelle dommage, pity, year after year, getting by
Impoverished
Smoking cigar after cigar
Not even paying attention to the life going by
Alone
Hours, years did go by
Alone, impoverished
Then today . . . and I have fulfillment
When did it come? For how long has it been?
A calling,–is it that?—music, friendships, love
Volunteer responsibilities, travel, lifelong learning, research work
Fulfillment
Embraced in rich connections
Purpose, position, ownership
Comfort, contentment without complacency,
Community
I have the gift of perspective
Time and perspective and reflection
Giving me wonder at what I have, have humbly been granted
Granted with the time I have
24 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: free verse, Mayans, the other world
We live in this world
The only one we know
We make arrangements
Build hopes, aspirations
Purchase goods
To fit our life here
In a world which is only leased to us, at best
For an unknown term
Certainly, some of our efforts in this world
Translate
To the other world
Certainly, much will not
“We come into the world, and we go out of the world”
The Mayans remember each morning
Certainly, we must provide for life here
Properly understood
22 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: avolition, bipolar disorder, poetry, struggle, work
I limped and struggled through it all
In an unforgiving, uncaring world
“Punch a time clock,” the world insisted
But I can’t even wake up, get out of bed
–I’ve slept my own weekends away—
What have I done to deserve this?
Punch a time clock
So I limped and struggled through it all
I had to
Some would say my work was half-assed
Not knowing, not caring about the extent of my effort to get out of bed
“I can’t see your bipolar disorder.”
Don’t care
Punch a time clock
18 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: iTues, music, online, originals, Spotify
When I last blogged about my new CD of original music, the disk was only available on CD Baby. It is now available on most online venues: Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, CD Baby and others. Music has been very much a part of my life, though I haven’t made a vocation of it. Keeping music private means that I don’t have to follow the dictates of a music professor, I don’t need to follow popular taste;–I write what flows from my heart and delights my ear. I hope it delights your ear, too, and moves your heart. I have two songs from my CD uploaded in the music tab on my web page, with a slide show about Carol and me. I invite you to check out these musical offerings. And if you like what you hear, I invite you to visit my onepage:
revdavefekete.hearnow.com
From my heart to yours.
13 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog
Have you ever read people as a book?
Have you ever watched people as a screen—TV or computer?
Have you ever constructed theories about people?
Hated people?
Without ever interacting, talking with them?
11 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: affections, blues club, church, community, dancing, degrees, poetry, regulars, right and wrong
We had been noticing them,
Carol and I
The regulars, but who seemed a little off
Dancing—
As if they were balancing on the edge of a cliff
Or swimming, teetering
Dancing in the same places on the floor
Night after night
We guessed about them,
But didn’t talk to them
And then I did.
Adoption, foster homes, homeless
High a lot
Flat affect, rarely smiling
Loving
Caring
Biblically literate
An artist
Single parent
Intelligence, intellect
Some talk of Swedenborg
I work so hard to attain
Degrees, my condo, car, career, my musical projects
Volunteer commitments
Affections for useful activities
Affections
Sobriety
Effort to learn right and wrong
True and false
And do
And yet . . .
The blues bar
Regulars
Night after night
A hang out
A home
Community
Church
02 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog
When I was young, and contemplating my career path, I was deeply involved in music. My first inclination was to pursue a musical career. But there was another Voice calling me. Equally powerful as was music, I heard a call to professional ministry. I talked with accomplished musicians who told me they, too, had considered priesthood or ministry. Many other musicians I knew had mystical leanings. Ultimately, I followed the Voice calling me to ministry, protecting my other love in my own private world. I say that I protected my other love because I didn’t have to answer to anyone about my music–not music professors, not producers, not popular taste, no one could interfere with my artistic freedom. Now, I’m making public my private world with a CD of my original compositions. This disk brings to the public my private world, and echoes back to the road I didn’t take—at the time.
After five years of ecstasy, agony, anxiety, peace, conflict, community, connections, sadness, happiness, grief, joy, and money, my CD is ready! Some of this city’s best musicians play on it. It has vocals, horns, real strings, real rhythm section, me on keys and a vocal. From my heart to yours:
http://store.cdbaby.com/cd/revdavefekete
I hope that you enjoy this work of soul.
David Fekete 