A new poem and message by Stevie on the Nicks Fix

[GypsyGirl15]

Here.

I'm really surprised to find out she hasn't forgotten about the website ... maybe there's hope for that video blog!

[The Catdancer]

This was posted today:

January 20, 2009

I wrote this poem last February while I was in Chicago editing my PBS soundstage film. For two months I watched the race for the Democratic nomination in his City and decided in my heart that he was the one. I went to bed one night and had this dream about the Kennedy Brothers and Martin Luther King. I sent this poem off to Senator Kennedy when I heard he was ill~ I wanted him to have it. People have asked me “what is this dream about~?” My answer has always been “something about Barack Obama made me feel the hope and love I felt from the Kennedy’s and from Dr. King. My subconscious mind created this amazing dream. The dream hands the torch to Mr. Obama.
“Do not forget what we were fighting for!”
I believe he will not forget.

And so, as a poet and a writer of songs~ I dedicate this poem that was inspired by him~
to him~
Our brave new
President…

John and Bobby and Martin
Would be so proud~

With Love,
Stevie Nicks





The Kennedy’s

I had a fragile dream
In a great house in the Hamptons
I’d been there before
Singing songs ~ doing benefits
I was in a room alone
Putting on my make-up
Like so many things have come to me,
The dress ~ came across the Persian carpet~
As I fell into the dress
A thought came to me
Into my heart~
“I have a dream”
And a door opened~
It’s time now~ they’re waiting
I turned around to face the music (the dreamers)
“I’m ready for the Kennedy’s~”

I don’t know if it was 1960 or 1963
Everything was timeless ~ even me
I wasn’t old~ I wasn’t young~
I was just ~ part of the dream.
A shadow walked with me ~ down the hall
It was Martin Luther King~
All in shadow ~ all before me
Overwhelmed by destiny
Someone said, “sing us a song”
“There’s the piano..
And handed me a drink~
The room was full of hope~
A song would set them free…

I sat at the piano
I stared at the shadows
I sang the words “I have a dream”
He wasn’t my old friend John ~ I didn’t know him…then
But he smiled at me
And I sang these words
“What ever it takes to be free”
I didn’t know these men~
But they knew me~

It was all symbolic,
Nothing was as it seemed.
They all left us in a single shot~
But they didn’t take the dream.
They were there in that house,
Discussing the future~
Drinking champagne.
I was just the piano player~
The voice ~ part of their dream.
I was 35 ~ or maybe I was 15~
It was just a night in the presence
Of Martin Luther King~
I was just a dreamer;
I was ready for the Kennedys…

I got up from the piano
I bowed my head
As I walked thru the room
They touched my hands
Write about hope and a change of plan~
Light up the world if you can~

Light the fire ~ start it over
Tell the world about the dream
Change the world ~ begin again
Start it up ~ make it real~
Back in the room where it all began
My heart began to hurt~

I remember the beauty of the Hamptons
The shadows playing in the sun
And a voice said “The dream is not over~”
“The dream has just begun~”
I spun around to another shadow
Slipping through the door~
My eyes opened ~ wide …
What is all this for?
The shadows said ~ “Don’t forget ~”
“What we were fighting for…”

Stevie Nicks
Thursday night Feb. 2008
Sugar Grove, IL

[kennation]

She is abstract in her thoughts. I followed her words, but got lost in the symbolism. This, amoung many things, has me in tears today. I know that things will change. I have praid for this new day.

THANKS for bringing this poem to my attention. I had visited the site earlier and didn't notice. This completes the experience. I am thankful that Stevie shared it with us. The dream.

It's a new day, my friends. I don't think change will happen immediately, it will take time. I do think that this is the beginning. I am glad to be apart of this world and know that I am sharing it with so many others. On any level, Bush is gone. For that, I am thankful. LOL

Did anyone else notice how nervous President Obama was? I felt bad for him. At one point, I think, I noticed him shaking. I laughed, between tears of happiness.

[DWIG]

Great to see she can grasp the whole thing within her poetry,
She is amazing and writes beautifully.

It is amazing that that is a year old, but seems so appropriate for a historic day like today!

Now if only she could get around to recording that would be a momentous change!!!!

Dave

[GODDESS6]

i thought it was beautiful~

[HejiraNYC]

Wow... I'm just speechless... I don't know whether this is brilliant ~ or incredibly ~ self-indulgent. In any case, this is classic Stevie- writing a poem in her inimitable surreal impressionism. The individual lines are obtuse and indecipherable, but in a bizarre way, by taking in the poem as a whole, I get what she is trying to convey. It's almost brilliant how she can blur the lines between dream, reality and even persona, e.g., the way she goes in and out of MLKs body ~ like a ghost... And I like the way she indirectly compares herself as a singer/pianist singing songs of hope to a preacher preaching about hope or a president speaking about hope. Again, very odd, very self-indulgent... but also kinda brilliant. And I love how she dropped in that line from "Straight Back" oh so effortlessly.

I could just picture Ted Kennedy reading this poem and wondering whether it was the tumor talking...

[HejiraNYC]

Oh... and what's up with all of these Hamptons references? Yes, the lesser-known Kennedys have a compound in East Hampton. Ted and John were based in Hyannis... but maybe Robert was from East Hampton? I dunno... My only recollection is that a few years ago Stevie, Don Henley and Roger Waters performed at a Hamptons benefit for the Southampton Youth Tennis Foundation (or something like that)... So maybe she was having a dream about that concert that somehow got mixed in with the dead Kennedys and MLK...

Anyway, Stevie is welcome to perform at my Hamptons house anytime!

[michelej1]

I was driving to work today and having my mother who was on the phone (hands free) describe what people looked like on tv and I asked her about Ted Kennedy. She said he looked well, but was using a cane. He had a bald spot on one side of his hair after his surgery and I asked if she could still see it and she told me he was wearing a hat.

So, I thought about him all the rest of the way to work and I was crying, but not in a sad way, more like a daydreaming way. I was thinking that the family has already lost Eunice, essentially, because the last strokes have disabled her so much. So, I was thinking that Jean Kennedy would be the last one and what a sad, lonely feeling that must be, even though she has children of her own. The loss of Ted, basically her last sibling, will be devastating.

Anyway, thinking of that all the way to work, then getting to the office and learning that Ted Kennedy collapsed and NOW reading this poem. It all feels surreal.

Michele

[michelej1]

I like the way the dress kind of floated across the room, over the Persian carpet, and she fell into it.

Oh and as for Straight Back, since it has so recently been in her memory, maybe that increases its odds as a setlist candidate. It would be great if Vegas took bets on the setlist.

Hours and hours of waiting this way . . .

Michele

[PenguinHead]

A little clunky and wandering poem, and self-serving , as is the expected Stevie style.

I just wish, with all the liberties she takes with the English language, that she would understand the use of an apostrophe by now. Instead of the title, "The Kennedys," she writes the posessive "The Kennedy's...which means The Kennedy's something or other. I'm a little embarassed for her.

[michelej1]

Originally Posted by PenguinHead

A little clunky and wandering poem, and self-serving , as is the expected Stevie style.

I just wish, with all the liberties she takes with the English language, that she would understand the use of an apostrophe by now. Instead of the title, "The Kennedys," she writes the posessive"The Kennedy's...which means The Kennedy's something or other. I'm a little embarassed for her.

Hey, well . . . Skies the Limit.

Michele

[PenguinHead]

Originally Posted by michelej1

Hey, well . . . Skies the Limit.

Michele

Good one! That title is creative, but doesn't break any basic grammar rules.

[GypsyGirl15]

Originally Posted by michelej1

Hey, well . . . Skies the Limit.

Michele

How about "And you see your gypsy"? When I first heard the song I automatically assumed it was "you're" and was really surprised when I read the actual lyrics.

[Enchanted_Stevi]

I knew Stevie was an Obama supporter

[TrueFaith77]

I like the poem because it's a challenge:

What is all this for?
The shadows said ~ “Don’t forget ~”
“What we were fighting for…”

The dream is that of a person steeped in a particular American mythology and set of associations (and, as always, particular experiences -- the dress thing is actually quite wonderful). But the idea of challenge, not to forget and to continue the fight, is not banal. In other words, it's a poem about how one confronts these new images in the political atmosphere and takes from them an enduring meaning. blahblah.