Friday, January 15, 2010

Vic Chesnutt

For those of you who missed it on my Facebook page, here's a little video I made in memory of Vic Chesnutt, who died this past Christmas day. It's his rendering of Stevie Smith's poem "Not Waving But Drowning":

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.


5 comments:

rhoda said...

dan,
thanks for sharing.
anybody who would like to contribute anything - reminiscences, observations. reviews - even if they are not "fiction" feel free - inclusiveness is the goal here

Dan Leo said...

You're welcome, Rhoda. Vic Chesnutt has a special place in my little world...

kathleenmaher said...

Really moving, Dan. That third stanza, which I noticed Vic Chestnutt repeats in his haunting reedy voice combined the last sequence in your montage--Audrey Hepburn's shoulders; the little body on the carpet;the old man's hand with a prayer book--have infiltrated my dreams.

kathleenmaher said...

Really moving, Dan. That third stanza, which I noticed Vic Chestnutt repeats in his haunting reedy voice combined the last sequence in your montage--Audrey Hepburn's shoulders; the little body on the carpet;the old man's hand with a prayer book--have infiltrated my dreams.

kathleenmaher said...

I should never comment with a stylus. Sorry.