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Date Posted: 04:23:15 10/18/04 Mon
Author: wordkook/word kook?
Author Host/IP: 68.91.91.43
Subject: music mystic
In reply to: happen 's message, "things like that" on 15:08:12 10/14/04 Thu

Yeah my stle is sloppy, the only thing that keeps me going is a melody. still trying to hear the music, i have high hopes for that pimple on my ass, it could be a sign of a budding Zen practice
goofin or jaming
I am just practicing my semi colons don't mean nothing
just rock on
;
>>Vienna 1905 the axis of evil
>>where ever he went the poet had already been their
>>first
>>tic tock
>>they came for him when he was eighty
>>a danger to the state
>>a bad old man
>>durational presence
>>internal time consciousness
>>compared to a melody
>>the last lingering note
>>when your true love is a thousand miles away and
>>absence makes the heart fonder
>>when she just forty years away it just keeps getting
>>later
>>
>>
>>>Portrait of a Lady
>>> 
>>> 
>>>         Thou hast committed—
>>>Fornication: but that was in another country,
>>>And besides, the wench is dead.
>>>
>>>The Jew of Malta.
>>> 
>>> 
>>>
>>>I
>>>AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
>>>You have the scene arrange itself—as it will seem to
>>>do—
>>>With “I have saved this afternoon for you”;
>>>And four wax candles in the darkened room,
>>>Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
>>>        5
>>>An atmosphere of Juliet’s tomb
>>>Prepared for all the things to be said, or left
>>unsaid.
>>>We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
>>>Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and
>>fingertips.
>>>“So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
>>>        10
>>>Should be resurrected only among friends
>>>Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
>>>That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.”
>>>—And so the conversation slips
>>>Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
>>>        15
>>>Through attenuated tones of violins
>>>Mingled with remote cornets
>>>And begins.
>>> 
>>>“You do not know how much they mean to me, my
>friends,
>>>And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
>>        20
>>>In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,
>>>[For indeed I do not love it … you knew? you are not
>>>blind!
>>>How keen you are!]
>>>To find a friend who has these qualities,
>>>Who has, and gives         25
>>>Those qualities upon which friendship lives.
>>>How much it means that I say this to you—
>>>Without these friendships—life, what cauchemar!”
>>> 
>>>Among the windings of the violins
>>>And the ariettes         30
>>>Of cracked cornets
>>>Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
>>>Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
>>>Capricious monotone
>>>That is at least one definite “false note.”
>        35
>>>—Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance,
>>>Admire the monuments,
>>>Discuss the late events,
>>>Correct our watches by the public clocks.
>>>Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.
>>>        40
>>> 
>>>
>>>II
>>>Now that lilacs are in bloom
>>>She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
>>>And twists one in his fingers while she talks.
>>>“Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
>>>What life is, you who hold it in your hands”;
>>>        45
>>>(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
>>>“You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
>>>And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
>>>And smiles at situations which it cannot see.”
>>>I smile, of course,         50
>>>And go on drinking tea.
>>>“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
>>>My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
>>>I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
>>>To be wonderful and youthful, after all.”         55
>>> 
>>>The voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune
>>>Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
>>>“I am always sure that you understand
>>>My feelings, always sure that you feel,
>>>Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.
>>>        60
>>> 
>>>You are invulnerable, you have no Achilles’ heel.
>>>You will go on, and when you have prevailed
>>>You can say: at this point many a one has failed.
>>> 
>>>But what have I, but what have I, my friend,
>>>To give you, what can you receive from me?         65
>>>Only the friendship and the sympathy
>>>Of one about to reach her journey’s end.
>>> 
>>>I shall sit here, serving tea to friends….”
>>> 
>>>I take my hat: how can I make a cowardly amends
>>>For what she has said to me?         70
>>>You will see me any morning in the park
>>>Reading the comics and the sporting page.
>>>Particularly I remark
>>>An English countess goes upon the stage.
>>>A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance,         75
>>>Another bank defaulter has confessed.
>>>I keep my countenance,
>>>I remain self-possessed
>>>Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
>>>Reiterates some worn-out common song         80
>>>With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
>>>Recalling things that other people have desired.
>>>Are these ideas right or wrong?
>>> 

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