Member Since: 5/7/2006
Band Website: cdbaby.com/all/fammeree
Band Members: Richard Fammerée (poet, singer-songwriter, guitarist, multi-instrumentalist, US/France); Li-Young Lee (poet, US); Alana Grier (singer-songwriter, bass, US); Rachel Webster (poet, US); Christopher Greene (electronics, violin, keyboards, songwriter, US); Carrie Ingrisano (singer-songwriter, bass, US); Francesco Levato (poet, new media artist, US/Italy); Elise Paschen (poet, US); Gary Brown (guitars, guitar emulations, singer-songwriter, US); Simon Rigot (keyboards, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, Belgium); Melissa Dittmann (singer-songwriter, violin, US/India); Paul Sihon (guitarist, multi-instrumentalist, US); Kimba Arems (dij, crystal bowl, bells, US); Mehmet Zeki Maviyildiz (percussion, dancer, Turkey); Jeanette Aylward (ballerina, US) * * * * * Even a God * * * * * When all statues are relieved of measure and divinity and fall or do whatever stone finally does, that next morning, we shall have to live, even as orphans of white forms and brass forms, without reference, without bracing, bevel and cut, names without verdigris, without pedestals and pigeons, however first or last. True, I shall miss cold breasts and clean hooves. When the hero on the horse is gone, I shall have to face the sky with eyes that never close and a composure that challenges even a god. * * * * * c 2007 Fammerée * * * * * www.myspace.com/fammereepoet * * * * * www.myspace.com/fammereelive
Influences:I am pregnant and I am not embarassed, and I refuse to defend myself before the disappointed. My babies have not been fathered by the patriarchy, but they are not bastards. I am not busy in commerce-- I am not a landlord or collector or provider, but they will never be abandoned. I am going to live in a forest where moss bathes my toes and makes slippers for trees and pillows of stones; I am going to deny concrete and its fumes; I am going to swim every swell of my heart; for it is good for my babies. I am going to learn not to worry. I am going to learn to listen to my fingers and dismember every gate which does not allow the seeds of wind and rain and light. I am so pregnant I cannot see my feet, but my path leads me. When a poem comes through me, I embrace its vortex and adore its apparitions and whisper every word of its appendages into song. And when voices will no longer echo from the bones of my back, sleep will make me a baby in a belly again. [Pregnant by Richard Fammerée]..This profile was edited with Thomas' myspace editor™ V2.5
Sounds Like:If we were one God, we would feed each other everything; and everything
would eat us,
and we would never die.My tongues would serpent in your temple
where water becomes blood;
and the pink imprint of our lips would be
a talisman above the bed.We would not need
to protect our skin from light;
we would not need
to protect our skin from skin;
and nothing red would be unclean
at the mouth of the Tigris.I know what the dark book teaches,
but the garden is within us all.I am a green man, and I am my messiah now.
I am not embarrassed, I am not afraid, I am
not alone.
I cannot lose anything, for nothing is mine.
And I will never be hungry, for everything is mine.
Where, then, is the throne of heaven?I know what the dark book teaches,
but the garden is within us all.If we were one God, we would not appease
fathers of don't.
We would kiss the tips of each other,
for lips are the spout of the fountain
and eyes, the light of the fountain.
Nipples are ready to blossom,
and a rose is a mouth of the mother.I am a finger, and you are a finger.
Our hand is a leaf, our leaf, a wing,
and leaves and wings will
cathedral us again. [Green Man by Richard Fammerée]This profile was edited with Thomas' myspace editor™ V2.5
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