The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 11/05/09

[BlueIris]

"For the Twentieth Century"

Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand
technologies of ecstasy

boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water
rises without boundaries,

I push the PLAY button:--

. . .Callas, Laurel & Hardy, Szigeti

you are alive again,--

the slow movement of K.218
once again no longer

bland, merely pretty, nearly
banal, as it is

in all but Szigeti's hands

*

Therefore you and I and Mozart
must thank the Twentieth Century, for

it made you pattern, form
whose infinite

repeatability within matter
defies matter--

Malibran. Henry Irving. The young
Joachim. They are lost, a mountain of


newspaper clippings, become words
not their own words. The art of the performer.

--Frank Bidart

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. ~

:donut: :hi:

[BlueIris]

2. 'Sup. nt