Namak Magazine - Deep Dish

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Spoken word remixer, Robert Karimi – featured in the premiere issue of Namak – interviews Deep Dish, spins their new CD (George is On), closes his eyes and lets the beat inspire poems that help you feel the music...

The article (page 24) includes a handful of the poems, but Karimi wrote one poem per track. Here are the rest...

Poem for Dreams
you want your freedom?
who am i?       my parents’ music
                        bursts through my speakers
this ain’t my baba’s stevie nicks.

she has been mashed
                        pressed together, mixed
                        blended — not with a violent force
                                        like an assembly line hamburger
or

you will know
you will know
you.
        you.
                  you.
you will know you
will know you
in the rain.
                        when the lightning shows its electric stripe
                        across the grey clouds.
                        the sound of god’s bowling balls lumbers afterwards.
you. will be reminded of her nostalgic voice:
“thunder only happens
when it’s raining
players only love you
when they are playing”
crystal visions.
i keep my visions to myself.
wrap around you. dreams.

“still remember what you had.
and what you lost.”

“thunder only happens when it’s raining.”

when the rain washes you clean
you will know
you will know you
will know you
will know you
will know you
will know you.

Poem for Everyone’s Wearing my Head
i am a man with no crown.

king lear. george III. Senior. W.
all 3 looking for love in all the wrong places.

maybe the throngs
        that flock every weekend
             across tunnels & bridges & paved roads
                        wear the same head,
                        yearning for honey.

get on up off the floor
cause we’re going to oogie boogie boogie
til we just can’t boogie no more.

i am a man with no crown.

running around the world looking for you,
i taste the honey, the bitterness.

my head spins around
              lights flash
i look for       love
                     echoes of the past:
cause we’re going to oogie boogie boogie.

i look for you
look for you

i am repeating the same movement.

i am tired of feeling my body’s age.

i slow down.

the needle is coming to end of the record,
i need to be synthesized to be realized anew.

this old body cannot be analog anymore.

“Run with the dogs tonight in sub ur bia,
(RECORD SKIPS)
run with the dogs tonight in sub ur bia,
(RECORD SKIPS)
run with the dogs tonight in sub ur bia.”

Poem for Flashdance
guitar riff repeating. looped.
is this a 90s alt country singer
a new dance diva?

“never let him touch my heart”
could Shelby Lynn be singing this?

Anousheh sings.
if she just repeated her name
i would dance to it.
is she Tracey Thorn or Nancy Sinatra?

these boots. were made. for walking.

Anousheh’s voice stomps in my head.
          her notes are boots for my soul
          she will now be the voice
          that challenges my inner critic,
          the voice of all the x-lovers, x-friends
          who belittle me to a common noun.

Anousheh declares.
not in the house diva croon sort of way.

Anousheh sings her heart like
Jennifer Beals’ dancing at the Audition
declaring her state of independence
our state of independence
—not Donna Summer,
           more like Chrissy Hynde.
we are proper nouns
          like Anounesh.
                    if our hearts sang like her,
                              they would be invincible.

Poem for Awake Enough
reconciliation

reconcile all the faces

is this
just some other dream..
i am not awake enough
how will i know not enough
i am not awake enough
trouble that surrounds me
revolutions unseen
works of revolution
atone our sins

i am not awake enough
to feel the emotion

Anousheh, how may times
have i been asleep in this life?

missing the joy because i fear the pain?

is consciousness the same as awareness?

i know my soul
when i truly awaken it.

i hear the wind
i finally feel it now

it swirls around my curls
it swirls around my curls

makes them heavy,
my body light

i rise
when i am truly awake
see the world around me
in all its chaos.

the regular world
seems too ordered to me.

visit Robert Karimi at www.kaoticgood.com

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