The Sunday Poem: If you…
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…Push through the keys on a piano, what’s on the other side?
Not wires and hammers; not wood, but desires.
An echoing chamber of fires and lovers and lies.
…Bite through the skin of an orange, what’s on the other side?
Not citrus but summer, both light and burnt umber,
A country far distant all tart and remembered and bright.
…Look through the slits of an outlet, what’s on the other side?
Not six thousand currents pulsing reverberant,
But magic brought low, in harness instead of in sky.
…Stretch through the screens all around you, what’s on the other side?
We reach for each other through bytes and through phosphor,
Past Borges’ big library, at play in the forms we provide.
We never think shells are the essence; we crack without asking why.
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Nice.
Well goddammit.
More eloquent than any comment I could possibly make.
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Impressive!
There’s something about a hyperlink in a poem that makes me all warm and tingly inside.
You don’t have to post this. I don’t want to draft on your personal blog. I thought you might enjoy it though. This is what I do when noodling in front of the TV.
http://home.hiwaay.net/~cbullard/mp3/Cecile.mp3
That is the production from last weekend. Two nylon string tracks and a hint of synth for ambience.
cheers,
len