Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

Video 4/240  Day 41/365

Timeline.
June 5th, 2007.  This uploaded only three days after he uploaded his three poems.  This is edited very similarly to his poems.  This one has been viewed far more than any of his poetry has, however, over 4500 times.  It has 13 likes and 20 dislikes, so it's still pretty heavily disdained, but this one also has eleven comments, including two top commenters.  Halo0freak (with four thumbs up) claims to know Daniel Songer personally, saying his dad and Dan are best friends.  I'm not sure I really believe him, but I also don't know why he would care to lie.  RobotBacon points out a part he finds particularly amusing, and he got two thumbs up for it.  There are other comments of note, but my favorite is from Stereobarf, who politely tells Daniel that he needs to take singing lessons.

Presentation.
The biggest highlight for me on this thing is that, despite his editing technique where he is pausing and playing this video in the upper right corner, Dan is nowhere to be found as the video begins.  He's clearly got the camera on the tripod, about to run out in front of the camera.  Why can't he just edit this part out?  I don't know, maybe it's his thing, whatever.

So, as a song, Dan the Poet Man has created a completely new atmosphere from his poems.  Now we're outdoors, specifically in Dan's rural suburban back yard.  I don't know, maybe I'm going a little crazy from watching these videos, but I really like this change in scenery. I'm probably a little crazy already.  It's certainly cheap and kind of funny, but for Daniel Songer Standards(tm) this is pretty nice.  I think that small space in front of the fireplace, all that clothing, and seeing Dan from head to toe, all together provided a very claustrophobic feeling.  The outdoors is almost a literal breath of fresh air.  And it's not just the outdoors, it's his outfit, too.  Just a nice button-up collar, no suit jacket, no tie, and definitely no goddamn hat.  At the beginning of this video, I'm not actually to upset.  He's not going to have as much to fiddle with, he won't be able to crouch because he'll be off camera, and all things considered, this presentation actually feels honest and genuine.  So, Daniel Songer is being honest?

Let me explain: Everything about Dan's presentation as Poet was extremely fake and pretentious.  He was trying to embody some image that he felt fit a poet persona.  From his clothing to where he decided to film, which was naturally in front of a fireplace and a generic painting.  It was clearly not something Mr. Songer would normally wear or how he would normally act.  Perhaps this location and dress fits his singer persona, but I would argue, regardless, that this still fits more his actual personality.  Even when he walks into the frame, he turns and smiles pretty naturally with a loud and exuberant, "HEY!"  I think I'm falling in love.

Okay, I think I've exhausted the positive.  Immediately following his entrance, Dan introduces himself, making sure to note that he is a singer, song writer, poet, and he's "a dancer, too."  I don't recall him mentioning this in the opening of his first poem, which makes me think this is an added interest he's taken on.  Just like with the poems, he needs to show off his books, though it looks like he just printed out his manuscripts, rather than buy the versions he self-published.  Kind of removes a level of authority behind that whole, "I'm a writer" thing.  Why does he feel the need to show us these?  In what way does this serve anything?  I really don't get the showing them just to clearly drop them in the grass.  He could always put links in the description, but instead all that does is talk about him briefly in the third person.  Did you also notice is "author photo" on the back of his one book of songs?  I want that picture.

My favorite part of all this is his lead in to singing "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head."  There's a part around 0:48 where he looks completely away from the camera while he adjusts his pants, which he then follows by running his hands through his hair.  He's blinking a lot here, using a number of "uhs," and I can't help but think he's gotten suddenly very nervous.  I don't think there's necessarily anyone too close by that he's noticing, I really think that he's just genuinely nervous to sing.  Usually this is a sign.  He even puts his hand up to his mouth, too.  And without much warning, he just starts singing.  Well, if you can call it that.

Right as he starts, he holds his left hand up to his mouth as if holding an invisible microphone.  I love the invisible microphone.  He puts it down quickly, though, maybe even being a bit self-conscious.  Over and over, then, he lifts up his left hand in that awkward not entirely open way, then opens it, then re-not-entirely-closes-it, and puts it down.  Rinse and repeat.  He does this at least five times.  At least.  It slightly varies, but it's not until around 1:29 where he holds onto "you," where he keeps the hand up and open long enough for it to be considered a change in this pattern.  He is also swinging his hips just ever so slightly and awkwardly.  And then, slowly but surely as Daniel Songer's passionate "singing" crescendoes, he can no longer keep himself from the invisible microphone.  It makes for a beautiful screencap.  I'm going to make this into a meme.

And there's no holding back once we get here.  Whatever nervousness and trepidation he might have felt at the beginning of this song, it's washed away while he tone-deafly belts to the sky, sprinkling invisible rain on himself.  He brings back that hand wash movement which occasionally turns into the invisible microphone.  I also thoroughly enjoy his eyes close because he must be enjoying himself that much.  I have to hand it to him, for a guy with such little talent and skill, he definitely approaches everything with a lot of passion.

As abruptly as he began singing, he drops his gaze immediately to his song book and says in a low voice, "thank you."  He opened up in song, but it really does seem like he's really awkward about it.  He is quickly paging through his songbook, and he's even self-conscious enough to use the phrase "I like to consider myself," rather than just forthrightly saying he is "a Christian song writer," as he more or less did in the opening.  And then the video just ends.  I really have to say, at least all the others attempted to create a stopping point.  This one just ends, "I'd like to share, uh," END.

Content.
Originally I figured that the lyrics of this song weren't Daniel's own, assuming they were just B.J. Thomas's "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head."  I was going to just move on, especially since I discussed much of the introductory and conclusive material surrounding the song was in the presentation section.  All I was planning to do was just question exactly how right Mr. Stereobarf really was about those singing lessons.  And I will.  Believe me, I will.  But I had gotten my hopes up, based really just on title recognition, that I wouldn't have to discuss Dan's writing again.  But, alas, I really do.  And it really doesn't take long to reconsider this whole project, does it?

The tune of the song is clearly robbed directly from Thomas's song, but for some reason after the first line he is allowed to make up his own lyrics.  They also happen to avoid a little thing we call making sense, too.  Just consider the first two lines.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And that ain't the way I feel about you, babe

What?  WHAT?!  What does raindrops falling on my head have anything to do with the way I feel about someone?  It's a sad image?  But she doesn't make him sad?  I'm really just offended by this.  There's no other way to explain it.

Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'll never ever the rain from keep fallin'

I'm seriously considering the idea that he just made these up on the spot.  I don't mean when he apparently san this at some concert.  Did he really sing this at something called "The Doobie Brothers Concert?"  I mean that right now, while he's recording this, he's making this shit up.  It's the best explanation, because even in my stretch of trying to understand the first two lines, they are contradicted (if that's really even possible with such nonsense) by the following two lines.  I say this because now he would never stop the rain from falling.  Also, crying isn't for him.  Whatever.  Trying to break this stuff down is actually making me angry.

That is why all the girls in town
Follow me all around
Just like you, they long to be
Close to me

Why do the girls follow him around?  Is it because he'll never stop the rain from falling?  Because I didn't realize he actually had that power, or that the girls would follow him around because of it.  Are they wearing umbrellas?  Please tell me they're wearing umbrellas.

On the day that I was born the angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true

No.  They didn't.  They really, really didn't.

So they sprinkled [something] in my hair and in my eyes so blue!

It gets way too intense here for me to figure out exactly what is being sprinkled in his hair and eyes.  Also, remember the "eyes so blue" line.  I'm pretty sure this comes back.  Most importantly, this is the first time it seems Dan is just a confident man.  He's just so badass that when he was born, angels got together to sprinkle something awesome onto him.  I guess he's always been a dream come true, even in his poetry.  His smile was something you would "always adore," etc.  It's just he's not waiting for love.  Instead, all the girls and "you," who I assume is his love, long to be close to him.  I guess it is still about love, and again, it's not like he needs to be with them, they want to be with him.  So there is still a hint of passiveness involved.  He just needs or has people who already see his beauty.  And then, finally, he returns to what must be the chorus or refrain, which is the four lines about the girls and "you."  And then, thankfully, it's over.

Now I don't need to explain the basic tenets of music or anything, because anyone, whether capable or not of singing themselves, can easily hear that Mr. Songer is not a singer.  Instead of trying to go through and point to the notes he's reaching vs. the notes he should be reaching, which would be a feat of its own and done by someone who can figure out notes by hearing them pretty reliably, I'm just going to note my favorite humorously bad parts: Around 1:34 he tries to be especially musical in his singing "me."  It's all especially off key.  Right around 1:44 he is singing about creating "a dream come true," but he's so out of breath I don't here the "a."  It gets worse as he continues, because he's not entirely decipherable, and I'm pretty sure he actually skips over the word "eyes" in "eyes so blue."  And he's also just yelling by this point.

What exactly is going on?
As I sort of noted in the content section, it's clear that Daniel Songer is extremely full of himself.  I never really got to this part in the poems, but it was more subtle there.  The idea is always that the woman or women needed to come to him, but there was also just this idea that he's just so fucking awesome and they just had to see it.  Because he's not just a reality, ladies, he's a dream.  And he's so damn awesome that on the day he was born, the angels got together to make a dream come true, and that's Dan the Poet Man.  He's got something awesome sprinkled in his hair and his "eyes so blue."  Mmm, those eyes are so blue.  Alright then, Dan, you're an amazing catch.  Good thing the ladies are already following you "all around."

From the presentation section, though, you might have gathered I was hinting at something else, which is that in this one, especially, he is really awkward.  He starts and ends very suddenly, unlike any of the poems.  In the poems he fiddles with his jacket, pants, tie, whatever is nearby.  In this one he just "uhs" and looks off camera a lot, which is more awkward than than before.  I honestly think he's actually a little uncomfortable about singing on camera.  I'm not sure it's a layer of self-consiousness about his tone-deaf singing, though.  It's clear, once he finally loosens up, that he really lets the song take him away, and I think he's actually awkward because it makes him somewhat vulnerable.  Just like I said about the location and his dress, it seems that even if this is the singer persona, it's more aligned with his actual personality.  What I mean is, I think he's sincerely opening up here.

The Queen of the Thunder

Video 2/240 Day 8/365

Timeline.
June 2nd, 2007.  Likely uploaded right after I'm a Statue (Poem Version).  This one tops the previous one with a little over 1900 views.  Five likes and sixteen dislikes, this one seems to be more hated.    The only vaguely interesting comment is by mvpkent, who writes, "Jack of many trades.  Master of NONE!"  And it has two thumbs up.  I tried to stalk two of the four commenters--because they were encouraging--but results were inconclusive.  My guess is they're just assholes.

Presentation.
So, clearly edited from the same footage, Daniel Songer recites his poem "Queen of the Thunder."  Part of me wonders how exactly he is editing this footage, because though you might not have noticed the pause symbol in the top right corner at the end of "I'm a Statue," the play symbol at the beginning of this one is obvious.  To make the beginning of this video more awkward, it is clearly in mid-sentence.  Not to mention he is still fiddling with that goddamn tie.

I'd like to do for you.  It's called Queen of the Thunder.

 My assumption is he cut off "The next poem," but if that is really the case, then why am I still seeing that damn play symbol?  Also, this calls into question not just Dan's editing skills, but more importantly: Is it possible that he was embarrassed by the way he delivered that line?  Why else would he have edited it out?  Enough speculation.  It really is entirely likely that he was working off cheap editing software and just had no clue what he was doing.  I think that explanation might be the mantra of this blog.

There's not much to add, obviously, from the "I'm a Statue (Poem Version)," when it comes to the setting or Dan's dress, demeanor, and delivery.  He's still a cliché poet from the mind of a child, talking in a "fancy" voice, and still throwing his arms around like he's having a stroke.  There are few subtle differences in his gestures and vocals, however.  I think he's running out of gestures and "razzle dazzle."  And as for his vocals, well, I'll get to that.

I thought he was bad in the last video.  It goes to show just exactly how naive I really am.  It's only going to get worse, my friends.  Do you really want to take this ride all the way to the end?  He's still doing that stupid thing with his hand where it's not really closed, but it's with his left hand now, so I know it can't be a particular injury or something.  My best guess is that he's just never learned how to actually make a decent fist or he has a birth defect.  There's another mantra.  He opens his arms up and out six times as if he's making a W.  If that's not bad enough, the fourth time he does it he spins around. He fucking spins around?!  I really don't have an explanation for this.  The opening of the arms is supposed to be a grand gesture and to the sky, which he repeats because he's not creative enough to find other ways to make us feel like The Queen of the Thunder is big and amazing.  Even that might be giving him too much credit.  But the deeper I explore the spinning, the more confused and frustrated I am.  I really don't know what he thinks he's doing.  I was going to compare his poetry to a bad play, but that's not really any closer.

You know what else he does even more this time?  Crouching.  I had a field day making fun of Mr. Songer for crouching down while reciting "I'm a Statue."  It was this amazing discovery I made where he was too damned lazy to get down on one knee because he would have to get back up too soon.  And now it's like he's already jumped the shark, on his second poem, crouching at three different times.  I'm starting to think that crouching isn't lazy because it's not one knee but because he's actually too tired to stand the whole time.  No, see, because this is DanPoetMan and that would make too much sense.  He actually thinks all of these gesticulations are in some way indicative of the deeper meaning in his poetry.  Somehow all these movements--all four of them that he does over and over again--are just the natural physicalization to his material.  Perhaps the moments of crouching are meant to be intimate, kind of like I suggested previously.  Still, though, he did this three times and they last nearly ten seconds each.  How much intimacy do you need?  Let's not ask him that.

He yells a lot in this one.  I mean, he's really loud.  The logic behind this is quite simple, though.  It's relieving to me sometimes that I can actually figure out Daniel Songer's rationale.  This should not be so comforting.  He's loud because this is about thunder.  I'm really surprised he's not opening and closing his hands and yelling "crackow!"  So instead he just yells things that we're supposed to imagine as being loud.  "THE THUNDER ROARED" subtext: Thunder is loud.  It roars like my voice.  Imagine the loudness of the thunder.  The subtext to this subtext: Dan doesn't think very highly of his audience.  He doesn't expect us to know or be able to imagine thunder roaring, that it's loud, or that we could apropriately imagine being shocked or frightened at this moment.  I wonder if he just assumes we're as smart as he is.  I don't think he's deliberately being condecending.  I think this is just indicative of a larger problem: He's trying to be a one man play.

Content.
The first thing I did was consider the title.  Is "Queen of the Thunder" a reference to something?  Could this be a Greek god or some similar allusion?  No.  Why even spend time asking that?  I really wanted to believe that maybe Mr. Songer would consider one of the most essential elements to writing poetry: allusions.  Oscar Wilde, among many Victorian poets, loved constantly referencing to Greek gods just to show off. Maybe there was more to it.  T.S. Eliot is known for his allusions being so damned innocuous that he gave us footnotes.  I'm not expecting Dan to be pretentious or anything, but especially when dealing with something weather-related, there's a ton of poetry and lore out there.  If you're going to join that large collection of narrative and poetry, you should make some allusion.  Don't even mention Thor?  That's one even us shlums know, we've seen him in action blockbusters!  Alright fine whateverwhocares.

The rhythm is still all wrong and it pisses me off.  Not to mention how some of the images don't even make sense.

THE LIGHTNING FLASHED!  Then I heard the thunder roar.
As I gazed up, the love of my life came walking through the door.

 First, let me explain to you the rhythm within these two lines.  They are structured as a couplet: they accompany each other, ending on the same sound.  You know, they rhyme.  The rhythm is more than just ending with a word that rhymes.  Couplets generally need to be the same amount of syllables.  Maybe I'm demanding too much poetic knowledge, but if Daniel is going to self-claim the title of poet, he should have at least peripheral knowledge, if not a substantial foundation.  This is foundation.  He should know how to create some rhythm, damn it!  The lightning and the gazing are parallel, basically serving as a set up for the rest of the line.  Here, he knocks it out the park: both are four syllables.  The second half of the first line is seven syllables.  The second half of the second line is eleven.  And this is why, if you're wondering, it sounds so awkward when he says "walking through the door."  He says it almost as if it should serve as one syllable.  That's because it needs to be in order for the poem to maintain any rhythm.  And don't even try and defend this as being a nitpick.  Especially for spoken-word poetry, which is clearly how this poetry is designed--need I even point out the amount of rhyme-schemes, let alone that he's fucking dancing--rhythm is the most essential in this style.  It's lazy.  That's all it is.  It's lazy.  He picks a word that rhymes and that's enough for it to be poetry.  After all, what else is poetry?  It's shit that rhymes, duh!  No wonder he's so good at it, he knows how to make words rhyme!

This leads me to my next point, which is how much this image makes no sense.  Comparing just this poem to the only other one I've analyzed ("I'm a Statue"), it's clear "door" is a popular vocabulary word.  It's a short, simple word, an easy image, and really easy to rhyme with.  You know how you thought of writing poems when you were a kid?  You would write a line, then you would sit there and start trying to come up with words that rhymed the last word of that line.  "Or, door, more, tore, lore, sore, roar, whore, nor, store, poor, pour, pore, adore, etc."  Given Dan the Poet Man's lazy vocabulary, you would think he'd be able to use those simple words to create a sensible image.  That's the other major thing about poetry: creating images, communicating with images.  So imagine seeing lightning flash, hearing the thunder roar.  Simple enough.  Now you gaze up.  Alright, gazing upward.  Now the love of your life walks through the door.  Where in the hell did she come from?  Who is she?  Where did that door come from?  Are we inside?  I thought we were outside?  If you go step by step, the final image is completely out of left field.  All the images up to that point are outdoor images, gazing up is even an image associated with looking at the sky, especially when, you know, we were just talking about thunder and lightning.  The image makes no sense.  Before I was outside, clouds were dark and foreboding, rain and wind were whipping by my face; I'm startled by a bright flash of lightning, the thunder that follows, and I look up to the sky, squinting to keep the rain out of them.  And then suddenly I'm in that stupid boring room Dan is recording himself in, crouching down like he does every thirty seconds, sort of looking up at the front door of his boring house.  Complete deflation.  The man has lived such a boring life that even his imagination is boring.

So she shows up, The Queen of the Thunder, right?  What happens after that?  She says, "I'm the Queen of the Thunder."  Then Dan looks at her beauty and his heart and mind wonder.  I don't know what they wonder, but whatever.  She gave him three wishes, apparently.  After hoping she might stay, she immediately is gone because the sun "came shining through the window."  It's at this point I realize, even in his poem, he never leaves the house.  So, again, by the end of the poem, he is just praying for the love of his life.  Though he employs this genius move of calling rain, "tears," and the employs great imagery of "the lightning to fly."  Then he yells that he can SEE THE RAIN AND THE BLUE SKY, because yelling also means excitement.  Yelling means BE SHOCKED, THIS IS SUDDEN, AND I'M EXCITED, but not all at once.  It just depends on what he's yelling.  Then the weirdest line hits me.

And on our rainbow we can rejoice.

 Okay, so rain and blue sky could lead to a rainbow, so I get why he's mentioning it.  But why is this where "we" rejoice, specifically Dan and his Queen of the Thunder?  Can't he just go outside whenever there's thunder and lightning?  Rejoice with her then?  And on the rainbow also makes no sense, but I guess suddenly we moved from being in a house to living in a fantasy world where rainbows aren't just reflections.  Asking for consistency from Daniel Songer is definitely pushing it, I know.

He then says that she "came to me with love and wishes," even though he never really talked about the wishes.  I'm really confused by this wishes thing.  I almost want to go on another endless search to try and find some sort of complex allusion.  More importantly, if she gives you three wishes, shouldn't we get to the part where you say what your wishes were?  Or does she really just leave right after she offers them?  In which case, wouldn't you be pissed?  Whatever, he also does a weird thing when he says "eternity" where he seems to be reaching higher than he's capable.

What Exactly is Going On?
Once again, there is a dark undertone of lonliness.  As I noted, though briefly, the poem actually takes place entirely indoors.  This could almost be a childhood fantasy, where you're just lying in bed, or if you're an adult now, sitting in some recliner, and then magically a really hot woman shows up.  A magical hot woman just shows up, and recall that though it's never said explicitly, Dan was on his knees.  I mean, he's "gazing up" at the door, and he does "stand up so that she could see something she might like."  So he wasn't standing up before.  You could easily turn this into a poem about how he was busy praying like hell for a hot woman to magically materialize, and then BAM she came walking through the door.  It definitely has that element.

It's sadder than the lonely childhood fantasy, though, because even in his imagination, Dan can't keep the woman there long enough to grant him his three wishes.  Even in his imagination, after standing up hoping she might find him attractive, she pretty much vanishes before conversation.  All he can do, yet again, is "hope and pray" for her to come back.  He's so damn passive in these poems.  He's always pleading his case for someone to love him, come to him, or come back to him.  Part of me wants to dig into marital undertones, like he went through some sort of divorce or horrible break up.  Both poems thus far reveal lonliness and a heavily passive approach to love, as if he's either uninterested in putting in the effort or that he's willing to for anyone.  The thing about this poem is, though, it has an undertone of abandonment.  I'm starting to feel trapped in that room Dan's filiming himself in, as if he spends all his free time there.

...Then again, for all we really know, he might be far more well-adjusted than I am.

I'm a Staue (Poem Version)

Video 1/240 Day 1/365

Timeline.
This video was uploaded on June 2nd, 2007.  It has over 1,800 views and seven likes and dislikes.  Three comments, none of which are of note.  Unless you count "ur gay."  No, seriously.

Presentation.
The first and most notable thing is Daniel's outfit.  A suit and tie isn't particularly exciting or new, but also notice the hat.  I don't know if you've ever been to a poetry reading, "poetry slam," or open mic night, but generally poets have a dress that is semi-professional but also artsy.  Dan goes full on business, except he adds the hat.  My best explanation is that in his imagination, this is what classy, professional poets look like.  Think of how you thought of poetry and poets when you were ten and assumed all poets were boring old white dudes who lived in the forties or something.  This is what Daniel Songer is doing in 2007 as middle aged adult.

It's not just the hat, though.  Note the setting.  He deliberately chose to film in front of the fireplace in what looks like my grandmother's house.  There is a bland painting and everything.  If the setting and outfit aren't enough to make sure you know he's a poet, he also talks in a deliberately low voice, as if he is on some late night radio show.  Hang on, though, are you still not convinced he is a poet?  It isn't enough to mention that he has books on Amazon, he needs to bring them with him and show you.

As he recites his poem, this is where the comically bad sets in.  I think what happened here is that Dan confused emphasis of voice with emphasis of gesture.  When you read a poem, part of it is the cadence, especially in this style of poetry where everything is trying to rhyme.  This poem has a rhythm--or should, anyway--and the recitation should try to capture that.  He doesn't completely fail here, so I won't pick on him for that, but his physicalization of the poem is just absurd.

What the hell is he doing with his right hand?  Did you notice this?  He holds his right hand up in a fashion that almost looks closed, but his index finger, pinky, and thumb are out in a way that looks as if he is counting.  Maybe he's counting all the things he is, making sure he isn't leaving any out.  I think sometimes he is gesturing a hand out to his side or to the camera, but then he forgets what he's doing with it and lets it rest awkwardly where he left it.  Like Mr. Burns keeps his arms rested limply in front of him.

The best part on this delivery, however, isn't when he readjusts his clothing or leaves his hand floating off to the side.  The moment comes when recites the line, "take my hand, and great fortune is what you'll be seeing."  At this point he is reaching out to the audience, but to make sure it's truly felt, he crouches down.  Take note: He does not get down on one knee.  He crouches.  The distinction is essential.  Dan wants to provide some sincere, dramatic moment by lowering himself when he offers his hand.  It resembles the accepted custom of a man asking for a woman's hand in marriage.  By lowering himself, the man's question becomes a humble request.  It's not only romantic, it emphasizes the woman's power and choice in the situation, as if it would be a great honor if she would spend her life with this lower being.  This is what Mr. Songer is trying to accomplish, though I don't think he's doing it consciously.  And yet it's very clear this is what's happening here.  He's offering his hand, but he's too damn old and out of shape to get on one knee and then get back up in a few seconds.  It's not that this is somehow different than the marriage request metaphor, that somehow crouching sends a different message that's equally as deliberate and useful here.  It's that the crouching is just the closest he can get to getting down on one knee.  And if all this isn't enough, he remains crouched for over ten seconds as he continues to deliver additional lines.

Content.
The problem with Daniel Songer portraying himself as 10-year-old-imagined poet is that his delivery, right from the beginning, undercuts his authority.  He might toss the books aside or adjust the hell out of his pants and then his tie, but the dead giveaway really is the first few words after his little introduction.

I'd like to do a few poems for you...out of my book, "I'm a Statue."  The first one's titled, "I'm a Statue."
 

Given a more artful sentence structure, it might not sound so redundant.  But he doesn't soften the blow with any qualifying clauses.  A good way to handle this smoothly would be, "I'd like to do a few poems out of my book, 'I'm a Statue.'  This is from my collection of poems, called 'I'm a Statue,' after this poem."  So it might still be as awkward as crab walking at fifty, but at least it shows a level of self-awareness.  Instead, he just repeats the phrase "I'm a Statue" as if you've never heard it before.  Yeah, you mean, the title of the book you just mentioned in the last sentence?

A good poem communicates through powerful and/or parallel imagery.  For example, imagine a poem with three stanzas all creating three different images: a dusty, crooked street sign; an empty house with faded paint, and dried up pen hidden under a box.  What do all these images have in common?  What conclusions could we draw based on these images being described in the poem?  They're all lonely images, there is an implication of neglect or having been forgotten entirely.  And through this analysis we can discover a deeper meaning or message within this poem.

Let's examine Dan's images, shall we?  Let's just list here, briefly, everything that he is: picture, reflection, window, door, statue, being, reality, and dream.  Every stanza begins with two images.  Now, maybe I can see deliberately conflicting images, like window and door, statue and being, reality and dream.  The problem is that picture and reflection don't fit this mold.  They're not really opposites.  Now what would Dan the Poet Man be trying to accomplish by describing himself as a contradiction?  Is this supposed to be like that Alanis Morrisette song where he's everything, including a bitch, mother, lover, and other boring nouns?  There is no creative connection that I can see, at least not intentional.  Window and door and statue and being aren't really opposities.  I am really just trying too hard.

Is there anything else to really say about the content?  I do see a pattern, don't you?  My assumption is that each stanza is four lines, and that the first line is always, "I'm a something, I'm a something."  The following line is then, "whatever it is that rhymes with something."  I want to look at the second half of two stanzas.

The moon is rising.  The sun is falling.
I look for love and hope that it will come calling.

So the third line of the first stanza is indicating night.  But the following stanza has to do with him looking for love, hoping it will come.  I am going to dig in deeper here as a precursor to the next section, because I, again, don't see this as intentional.  Two cliché images: moon and sun, rising and falling.  Other than days going by and night being on the horizon, I'm not sure what else he's going for other than setting up the rhyme for "calling."  Though unintentional, there is something very depressing about looking for love as night is on the rise.  Searching for something in the dark is not a very promising endeavor.  The fact that he's simply hoping that love "will come calling" is also not too exciting, because he's not actively finding it.  I can't help but think this guy is really lonely.  Allow me to quickly glance at the final half-stanza before I move on.

Here I stand with open arms
For all eternity.

 I don't have many words for this.  Sad.  Dan is waiting, eternally, for love to come calling, for someone to "pursue" him "and make the quest."  Maybe this part was done intentionally, but mostly, I think this is just a part of something else.

What Exactly is Going On?
This whole poem is sad and lonely, even though all it talks about is love.  The implication, at every moment, is that Daniel Songer is looking or pleading a case for love, usually in a fashion that involves waiting or getting someone else to come to him.  Self-publishing books and uploading himself reciting these poems on YouTube only reinforces this hope that if he just puts himself out there that some special person will come find him.  I don't think it's intentional,but I do think it's awfully revealing that the first poem he uploads is called "I'm a Statue."  Hell, he named the entire collection of poems after this title.  Given that he is a shit ton of things, according to this poem, why isn't it called "I'm a Reality"?  I'll tell you why: because that's not the image he most relates to.  He relates to the statue because he's cold and lonely as stone, and is hoping someone will walk by, see its beauty and find love.  Take a look at just a few of the lines in this poem more closely.

Here I stand full of affection.
If you look into my heart, love will be your addiction.
Take my hand, and great fortune is what you'll be seeing.
Persue me, and make the quest.
I hope and pray for love between you and me.

 Here I stand.  Notice he's not moving in the direction of love.  He is stagnant.  The following three cherry-picked lines all involve "you" whether implicit or explicit.  All you have to do is look into his heart.  If you do that, love will be your addiction.  It's about you giving him a chance.  He's already willing, he's where he needs to be, that's why he's standing.  You just have to make the little leap.  Just take his hand, just make the quest, and your life will be the best.  Finally, as if this isn't desperate enough, the final line is "hope and pray" for love.  He even gesticulates prayer.  Not to make too big a dig at the religious notion of prayer, but it is often mistaken for action.  Someone can pray long and hard for the sick and homeless, but if they still don't donate money to causes or help a homeless man themselves, they're not a part of the solution.  Dan wants love between you and me so badly he is hoping and praying, but he's still just standing as still as a statue.

The Dan the Poet Man Project

Daniel Songer is a self proclaimed singer, song writer, poet, standup comic, and screenwriter.  He releases all of his work as videos on YouTube as DanPoetMan.  He neither gets a substantial amount of views, nor is his work highly respected.  Daniel nonetheless laughs in the face of such adversity.  He has uploaded nearly 240 videos, most of which are “comedy acts.”

I have decided to analyze every single one of these videos.  It isn’t enough to analyze the material, it’s important that we discuss his presentation, delivery, and what exactly is going on.  Considering the commitment Daniel has taken to writing, filming, editing, and uploading his material on YouTube, I find it only fair to discuss his work with equal fervor.  I’ll admit that my fascination with Daniel is a bit unorthodox, aside from unhealthy, but I have always been one to indulge my obsessive curiosity no matter the subject.  If analytical inspiration calls, I’m there.

My goal is to truly capture what Dan the Poet Man is doing.  It would be too easy to say he’s an idiot with a camera, editing software, and YouTube account.  It would be too easy to write him off as a man with a midlife crisis.  It might be true, but it would be too easy.  The thing I wish to remind readers is that Daniel Songer sat down and wrote this material.  At the very least, he planned it out and thought it was good enough to share with the world.  It’s one thing to turn on a camera and just go nuts, but there is far too much thought in preproduction, production, and postproduction, to simply watch, grow angry, and walk away.  Sometimes it’s not enough to watch a fifty-five car pileup on the freeway.  Sometimes you need to watch it over and over again, detailing every cracking windshield, rolling tire, flaming engine.  Sometimes you need to understand how and why this thing is so awful.  Or in this case: why it’s so great.

You might think it’s crazy.  You might think it’s stupid.  I, however, think it’s necessary.  Welcome, everyone, to The Dan Poet Man Project: 240 videos in 365 days.