To review the process of this project I’m doing, head to this link to read my first instalment.

Here’s the poem that resulted from the first go:

Time

Shallowly breathed in

And in a cup held with practiced hands

The teachings precious and thin

This time what I did for the next set of lines to be collected, was just half the numbers for choosing the shelf, page, book, paragraph and line. Here’s the result:

- …will be favourable or as an expectation that it will not be unfavourable…

- …gone off voluntarily leaving money…

- …to the kingdom in a particular area. Consequently, we…

- …Would probably have difficulty in getting down on the floor and up again…

- …or the fat bottom of the former sea.

Then, because I had more time to spend, I enlisted the help of Jay, sound man…ticket taker, door holder, and all around nice guy, to do some category picking for me. Here are the categories…

- Poetry, Sci-Fi, Literary Fiction, Plays, Biography

…and the result from Jay’s picked numbers is:

- …itself is not too high a price to pay for the pleasure of hearing…

- …stacked almost to the ceiling.

- …that simply had to go.

- …only he could hear. But it was too late. The ranchers

- …nod from the studio that held no authority

And then the half number results:

- …loneliness – before death – all individuals are united:…

- …just under the surface of polite intercourse.

- …who, after trying to marry him herself, was now…

- …available to go out with her that night, or any other night.

- and if so, how much would all of this cost?

So, as I suspected, the first go at the song has changed with the addition of all these new lines. With a little mind bending, here’s the result for this phase. I should mention that before starting this project, I had a piece of music that I had come up with that I wanted to put lyrics to. I think that has helped, allowing me to arrange phrases to a cadence already established, helping to form a song…poetry based, as opposed to a poem. I’ve got a working title too, here you go:

Some Kingdom’s Door

In a cup held with practiced hands

Both precious and thin

Fragrance rising to the ceiling

Too shallowly breathed in

Is there a high price to pay

If you just have to go

I could hear “Well, I don’t think so

Just so you know”

And this night’s just like any other

With my feet on the floor

Tapping at the bottom

Of some kingdom’s door

Marcel Desilets

June 4, 2011