has been writing poetry since age 2 and is also a singer, songwriter,
dancer and actress. She plays the piano and guitar and has recently
completed a music video, titled "Tears of This Fire".
A native of Chicago, she loves great food, great wine, the Art Institute,
and music above all else. Favorite movies include "The Red
Violin", "The Matrix", and "Ferris Beuler's
Link to the page where you can see her music video: http://norwest.net/mvdown.html
Lane's email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Why Must We
What does it mean when you see inside someone
Whom youve just met and shouldnt be so vivid
What is it when you react to their wavelength
And suddenly a string you didnt know was attached to your
Begins to vibrate
With sound that wont diminish but keeps climbing, materializing
A startling note beyond what you knew could be played
What does it mean when you cant shake their presence,
Like water inside glass, that shouldnt have gotten in but
is trapped now,
Unable to expand?
What is it to want someone, Like a 110 year old man wants desperately
to be born again
What is it to be hungry for something your own mind lacks
What is it to be denied someone while being immersed in them
It is to own despair and cherish it,
Trying every moment for something that shouldnt be possible
like turning your body inside out. It shouldnt be possible
to make your heart numb, to erase an emotion.
It doesnt make sense that one should be hurt by awareness
Why must people meet and pretend they dont know each other
Why must people meet at all? It would seem somehow easier to float
alone in ones capsule of thought forever, like a seed from
some tropical tree, suspended in the Arctic snow, so that maybe
in some future enlightened generation, it will be cared for properly.
Why must souls collide in this minefield of previous unions?
Because once long ago we were all part of each other like drops
of space, particles of intention--
You cant cut an ocean in half, or a word, or a feeling
But why must I know you at all?
Because even now when youre so dreadfully complacent I remember
your rage exploding against armies of fire intruders who
tried to steal thought itself - in a time before time before life
on the sitcom
Before we decided we werent a part of each other
Before, when I tried to kill you with my smile because (god forbid)
it was fun to see your reaction to me trying to vanquish your all-consuming
ignoring of me
and then I won because
I lost and I lose you again every day.
You must remember the time because I wouldnt fight with you
without prior cause
What is it to feel someones weight in space
To know they are in the room, feel them like radio waves
Like wind through time which cannot
The sense one has which keeps one alive
It just is.
Like water like ions its hard to deny.
Like the beginning of everything in the universe that was created
when I first blinked.
My right to love is my right to be.
And being, I love. And loving, I live.
But living without you is hardly living.
Love is the only real truth there is.
Lane Eddington July 12, 2003
revised July 27, 2003
Trying to Sleep poem
If my mind was a great papaya
I would scoop out all the seeds,
and be at peace.
If my head were a town,
I would evacuate the area,
close all the stores, and make it snow,
If a mind could be written down,
I would hire a thousand typists
to put my thoughts in books
and ship them overseas,
where they would be translated
Then I could never think those thoughts again,
because I could not read them.
I would have to come up with new ones.
--Lane Eddington - August 4, 2003
The Handshake for the Drum
I learned to play guitar today
And a princess was photographed a week ago
Before she was given the option to live
And theyre trying to find the bodies of the American soldiers
While trying to forget the names of those they wish they hadnt
Another piece of meat to wet the grass, Sir, none of ours.
I know this because I just learned to read injustice
Interesting because it happened that Id just begun to write
Theyre trying to blanket their young in Japan
Textbooks are but blank canvases, Mr. President
Theres this song about war by Joni Mitchell that I like
But theres a drug on the market with a slogan that says "welcome
And its going to kill you if you dont watch the fuck
There was a four-car crash on one of the streets in Los Angeles
Less than one percent of the smiles that occurred naturally in 1979
I learned to play guitar today.
August 31, 1997
He came out of her
A thought banging into his mind
At the same moment as he was banging into his head.
What was the thought?
In a moment he couldnt even remember,
Though there seemed yet an imprint of it still in his consciousness,
It had hit so hard.
What had he
Before all of this started?
He heard the screams that came from his mouth
And took hold of his lungs
And tried to close his throat,
But in a moment he and the body began to merge,
To assume each other, become the
Composite they would be for the next 89 years.
And he was human, and he wanted to scream.
Just given a voice, who wouldnt?
Holding now a soft gaze from a sweet young face,
Wrapped in a blanket,
A sensation hed long missed, but not forgotten entirely,
A weight of years to come pressed into his awareness,
And in a minute there was nothing. Nothing but light
The energy of infinite possibility.
What an awesome canvas, so big, so long
Dreams take us where we cannot go.
Sometimes we know the things we couldnt know.
Theyre just as real as the sun at nightyou cant
In his dreams he wondered where he came from.
Then one day he was four years old, and there were flowers outside.
He knelt down and the sun smiled knowingly.
It came to him with such an otherworldly feeling surrounding it
Hed been thinking,
"I hope they have sunflowers in their garden."
Lane Katherine Eddington
December 29, 1997
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October 12, 2003