Tag: music
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Csárdás Part 3
Csárdás (as body-memory) The first stroke of the bowis not music;it is touch.A slow drag,a finger tracing the spineof the room. The sound is dark,sultry with sorrow,the colour of bruised wineand old heat. People close their eyes.Some wounds open.Some hips stir. Then the rhythm snaps!God, it snaps,and the body answersbefore the mind can. Heels strike…
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The Science Behind Weather
The Science Behind Weather (rewritten) Weather is my soundtrack. A movement of life. A stirring influence of where I live. What I eat. If I sleep. You are music to rain, the taste of a storm, that grinding beat of a July heatwave. Sweaty. Shifting. Utterly indiscreet. You are a hurricane dark as drama. You turn and trend…
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Day 1: A Little Music for Miz Quickly
I Made a Little Music …bought a piano, learned that my fingers no longer belong to me, but I can make a broad blade of grass whistle; it’s such a torturous sound, so I sip tea and hum delight, fold hankies into origami shapes. for Miz Quickly’s Day 1:
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Poetic Bloomings: 11 July
Dog Day Memories I’m blinded by summer heat, by its light, by my retreating memories of auto-change 8-Track Players, of red naugahyde seats, of hips swaying to Mungo Jerry, not that I bought his records, nor did I touch the sky, but I listened to other people’s music, and other people’s ’70s opinions. And by…
It's Still Life 