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Voodoo Chile

By Talisker

13 December 2006

Work in progress - feedback, +ve/-ve very welcome.

Oli

He wore the hands of a giant.

Tyre fitter’s hands.

Long, muscular, limb-fingers

wrought joy from wood and wire.

It seemed the music was already in the wood,

waiting to be harvested.

He freed it, gave it air, let it go.

Maybe his guitar was an antenna?

Receiving the magic from outer space?

Something flowed through him, like electricity,

animated him, powered him until he dissolved

in the music. Inseparable, in solution.

He did not wear his guitar.

It was of him,

hardwired to his mortal soul.

A musical android, yet so human,

so vulnerable, so unique.

The Voodoo Chile

Oli 13/12/12

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Written by Witzl (1585 comments posted) 13th December 2006

I don't know as much about Jimi Hendrix as I should, but I immediately knew who this was about, so you have managed to describe him perfectly. Today was the first time I have ever heard (or paid attention to) the phrase 'Voodoo Chilli' -- I freely admit it! -- so that wasn't a give-away for me.

Maybe others will be able to criticize this and offer you good advice about how to improve it, but I'm damned it I can. His guitar was 'of' him, and 'hardwired to his ... soul' is an apt description. Even people who didn' t much care for Hendrix still knew he was unique.

For me, every bit of this poem works.

Written by Phil (6845 comments posted) 13th December 2006

Just Googled Jimi. I've never noticed how big his hands were before. Huge.

Although not a huge fan, I've always liked Henrix, but it was Witzl that made me understand this. Probably shows my ignorance.

I liked lots of the images in this and particularly liked the last nine lines. There's something of you as well as him in there. Wasn't sure about lines eight and nine, but not knowing enough about him or his music, this might have a certain resonance.

I'm crap at at this sort of thing - 'helping' with a poem. So I hope this is of use. Like all your work - I liked it anyway.
All the best, Phil.

Written by Witzl (1585 comments posted) 13th December 2006

It suddenly struck me that I wrote 'chilli' for the southern 'chile.' Oh, the shame.

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