http://cmbauer.podOmatic.com This is no mere folklore... dear traveler. The written and spoken poetry of CM Bauer, a midwest writer whose passion is writing what he hopes can be life-changing words and concepts (and possibly world-changing). en-us podOmatic RSS Generator Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:44:03 GMT author,bauer,chadwick,cm,iowa,midwest,novel,performance,poem,poet,poetry,poetryeffect,sorrowful,spoken,word,writer,written This is no mere folklore... dear traveler. The written and spoken poetry of CM Bauer, a midwest writer whose passion is writing what he hopes can be life-changing words and concepts (and possibly world-changing). Chadwick Bauer cmbauer@podomatic.com clean no Chadwick Bauer The written and spoken poetry of CM Bauer, a midwestern writer whose passion is writing what he hopes can be life-changing words and concepts (and possibly world-changing). Here I will be recording and posting spoken versions of my past and future poems, short stories and even some chapters from my novels. If you wish to read some of my work in the written form, please contact me via email, my email address is included at the end of each episode and also on my main podcast webpage. A new spoken recording of a poem entitled "A Warning, Dear Traveler", written and recorded by Chad Bauer. This is the first podcast episode I have ever done, so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy it. If you like my work please don't hesitate to let me know, whether critical or not. Please share with your friends... poetry is an art that needs to be respected more for the power that it can wield over our lives... this is no mere folklore. Thank you for listening. A Warning, Dear Traveler by CM Bauer I sit here thinking of ideas to write, in this chair with thread-woven floral designs and a cushion far too soft for a determined poet - But this night will end just as all the others have, producing no fruitful words of either beauty nor vanity. This process has become another spit of tar, thick and charcoal black, crushed into the eyes of tonight's muses. I will drift, drift deep into another evening of tired loneliness and the incessant weight of the cold. My head sinks with the grief of the unwritten, amnesias from past lives trying to break into memory, old forgotten souls, new forgotten goals. These words are but meaningless scribbles on lined paper - the lamp, missing its shade, casts its bright enlightenment against my notebook and pen, while my hand casts a slant horizon shadow across the galaxies buried in the ink. I shall not want. God save me. God save the word. The ink is my sword, the ink is my shield, faster than the whip tips driving the mustangs toward Danger Trail, stinging the wind and finding the very roots of being (non-being). A warning, dear traveler: the stories you have heard are true. Fear and respect my defenses, for no blind mercy will be given and ignorance will certainly not come to you as bliss. This is no mere folklore... Salvation and damnation possible with the twists of language, with the slight black mark of the pen? Perhaps success will show tonight. Here, fool! My words have been destroying you, and you didn't even know. (C) Copyright 2008, CM Bauer. All rights reserved. http://cmbauer.podOmatic.com/entry/2008-12-28T10_59_08-08_00 http://cmbauer.podOmatic.com/entry/2008-12-28T10_59_08-08_00 Sun, 28 Dec 2008 18:42:01 GMT 2009-02-11 2008-12-28 http://cmbauer.podOmatic.com Chadwick Bauer bauer,cm,dear,performance,poem,poetry,spoken,traveler,warning,words 123 clean A new spoken recording of a poem entitled "A Warning, Dear Traveler", written and recorded by Chad Bauer. This is the first podcast episode I have ever done, so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy it. If you like my work please don't hesitate to let me know, whether critical or not. Please share with your friends... poetry is an art that needs to be respected more for the power that it can wield over our lives... this is no mere folklore. Thank you for listening. A Warning, Dear Traveler by CM Bauer I sit here thinking of ideas to write, in this chair with thread-woven floral designs and a cushion far too soft for a determined poet - But this night will end just as all the others have, producing no fruitful words of either beauty nor vanity. This process has become another spit of tar, thick and charcoal black, crushed into the eyes of tonight's muses. I will drift, drift deep into another evening of tired loneliness and the incessant weight of the cold. My head sinks with the grief of the unwritten, amnesias from past lives trying to break into memory, old forgotten souls, new forgotten goals. These words are but meaningless scribbles on lined paper - the lamp, missing its shade, casts its bright enlightenment against my notebook and pen, while my hand casts a slant horizon shadow across the galaxies buried in the ink. I shall not want. God save me. God save the word. The ink is my sword, the ink is my shield, faster than the whip tips driving the mustangs toward Danger Trail, stinging the wind and finding the very roots of being (non-being). A warning, dear traveler: the stories you have heard are true. Fear and respect my defenses, for no blind mercy will be given and ignorance will certainly not come to you as bliss. This is no mere folklore... Salvation and damnation possible with the twists of language, with the slight black mark of the pen? Perhaps success will show tonight. Here, fool! My words have been destroying you, and you didn't even know. (C) Copyright 2008, CM Bauer. All rights reserved.