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If Music Be

If Music Be

 

The life of a conductor

Intensity in perfect clothes

The privilege of

Moods

A reason for performance

 

I used to attend

I used to direct

I enjoyed the motion

In the rhythm of the spheres

 

So what shall we do

Have a romantic ending

After a crisis of crescendo

A denouement that tells us that

The story’s over

Soon will be time to go home

 

I think that sounds right

Let the music take us

Through

The passages

The energy

The final resolutions

Then, you know,

The end

 

C L Couch

 

 

https://www.kusc.org/culture/out-and-about-blog/john-mauceri-leonard-bernstein/

image there without specific credit but a good story about Bernstein and legacy

 

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Saint Peter on a Sunday Afternoon

Saint Peter on a Sunday Afternoon

 

The Shoes of the Fisherman

Is on TV

I doubt I can help but watch

An old film, yes

I imagine too stodgy and too staid

For a reboot

I’m relieved

I should read the novel

But the movie engages viscerally

As sometimes movies do engage us

And we with them

A pope is elected

Cyril, first from Russia

In the Cold War

And for all time

 

As I understand the story

Cyril came to Russia with Methodius

Wanting eagerly to share the Gospel story

And found

So many tribes at war

First, then, they imposed a language

So that all might speak and

Might be heard

Cyrillic

 

Sounds mythical,

I know

For our time, an allegory

 

Rome is eternal, so they say

And the Vatican seems that way as well

I wonder

The church is not the pope

It is the people

This is not new teaching

A billion people

I could be one of them

 

C L Couch

 

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Monkishness

Monkishness

 

Is there a simple way to live

Without complexities that

Do not matter

I suppose that would be a start

What about what

I have to stay involved with

Family

Taxes

Friendships

Car trouble

Clothing choices

What to drink

What to drink from

How to prepare food

How to learn to do that

Are these things that anyone else

Worries about

 

I don’t have much already

What few things I have

I’d like to like

I guess

Like the shape and texture

Like what it has me think about

Or helps me to think about

Nothing at all

 

I don’t know, what’s possible

So much is unsettled

So much is teased

So many things call out

Let us draw you in—we are

Meaning here

Join us

You won’t be lonely anymore

There are many like us

With us

Small prices to pay

 

Is this what it means to be a person

To face complexities and

Find a way

While everything’s a mess

And we don’t know how to clean

Because we forgot

 

Simplicity does not mean alone

 

C L Couch

 

 

http://www.poorclares.org/do-nuns-have-fun/

Do Nuns Have Fun?

yes, they do

 

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The Big Quiet

The Big Quiet

 

Was everything else

Set here first

Slathered on by gravity

By passes and twirls

Of heat and carbon

Round an axis circling a

Toddler sun

Looking for a place to stay

Bending away

From solar majesty

The attendance who wants

Some sovereignty if

Only in degrees

 

Something presses in the middle

Like clay inside a fist

And round and round

Flow minerals

Red and black turns of

Earth that

Slip-slide curved, over and

Under

Until there is a kind of magnetism

From constitution

Settling, not settling

And over which

Into

Water arrives

 

And after managing an arrangement

Between the land and sea,

It’s time for seething

Into untoward life

Tomorrow there’s be more

For now, it’s just a cell or two

That impulses into

The world

And now will rest to take a breath

Throughout the darkness spell

For now it is decreed

A night and day

 

C L Couch

 

 

primordial soup – daily doodle 046

March 29, 2018

Brain Blinks

by Don Whitaker

 

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Symphonia

Symphonia

 

I rock

And the music of the Earth

Moves back and forth with me

Waves, air currents

Tree branches in the wind

Up and down, forward back

Everything’s in motion

Everything’s related

Everything’s connected

Everything takes part in the same

Song

That’s been moving every molecule

Since the first counting

The first conducting

Of our days

And who is the conductor, who is

The composer

The Greeks had an answer

Followings without a godhead

Know the one

And there’s the none

Others must appreciate

 

But when the stage is full

And every part is played

There is thanks and praise

And no one is too tired

To begin again

Such joy is in our muscles

Such love in all our timbre and our

Tune

Every knuckle, every bond

And should it have such feeling

 

You know, once the mystery is done

And all hearts are known

There is a feeling

Something settled

Something ready

To go again

The sheer delight in currents

In inspiration passing through

And leading us beyond

Firing our choices

Approving all our discipline

We compose, we rehearse

With meaning in dysfunction

In all our challenges

Everything that hurts

 

I imply there is a conductor

But when we turn

Whom do we behold

For now, there’s only mystery

And we must practice together

For the music to have merit

 

Compose

So will I

We will create a song for

Our delight and, when we have it right,

The animals and even usually unfeeling things

Will be lifted

And will cheer

Cheer for you

Cheer for us

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Daderot – Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6581237

Voyager record, Music from Earth

 

 

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Corazón

Corazón

 

Can I write about this now?

Maybe a sabbath day will help

It’s the living, you know

They cannot have that

The people of Puerto Rico

Spanish and Taino

Legacy of colony

Self-determination that we prize

So much is always mollified

Into a chance for daily life

And that is gone and has been for such

A long, long while

 

We chose this for them

Our nation did not free them

Did not favor statehood

Rendered a possession in a war

With Spain

One set of owners to another

Arecibo’s there

Ancient San Juan with El Moro

But life is dark

Because there’s no electricity

For so many

For so many

 

It’s a litany of labor

Living that does not allow for expectation:

What might we have today

Food that has not spoiled

Walls that are dry at last of storm

Our children start school soon

Will there power in the classroom

Or at home for studying?

The nation could answer affirmative

We haven’t

 

We could build them back

And Texas, too

And, yes, handle the wildfires

In the golden state

And all the shootings in Chicago

We’re reactive

Here’s a tragedy

Could be our finest set of hours

What is it

They’re mestizo?

We don’t know five hundred years of conflict

To comfort?

We’re unaware of what is manufactured

That we need?

 

I’m asking

Because we made a claim

Because we have the navy there

And look for understanding in the stars

 

So maybe we can listen for

Ayúdanos

 

C L Couch

 

 

Free photo: El Moro Puerto Rico – structure, washed, worn – Non …

Jooinn

El Moro Puerto Rico, structure, washed, worn, stone

 

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One More Thing

One More Thing

 

It’s what we notice at the time

And then dismiss

The shape of a sleeve inside a cuff

The way a button pushes through

The opening

The sounds made by all the doors we

Open every day

Then close

They’re not important

Part of the texture of the day

I seem to recall George Bailey pulling

Off the stairpost knob, most every

Time

Then once he thought to throw it through

A window, maybe at

The Christmas tree

We have these, too, the moments

When

Nothing satisfies

These we should remember

For any needed reparations

Restoratives, you know,

To get our day back

 

C L Couch

 

 

Peter Falk – Wikipedia

Wikipedia

Columbo Peter Falk 1973.JPG

 

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Oliver the Musical

Oliver the Musical

 

Four times a day for

A little while

I’m daddy to a dog

It was two cats before

Do I have a cottage industry?

 

Oliver is named for the orphan

One of Boz’s foundlings

And the subject of a show

With an exclamation point

 

He was rescued

From winter

Snow and ice

And, sad to conceive, a chain

He winces

And that’s trauma

 

Oliver’s part border collie

I can see that

Not so large, someone guessed part

Dachshund

Well, okay

He is affectionate

The only dog I’ve known to put

His paws upon my shoulders

In a hug

 

Good things come in stories

Sometimes we get happy endings

Because he’s treated well

By the family, all the children

A fenced-in backyard

Oliver’s days are fine now

He has more

 

C L Couch

 

 

Border Collie Working

https://www.maxpixel.net/Sheepdog-Border-Collie-Herding-Dog-Sheep-Working-191779

 

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Upping

Upping

 

Above me,

There is blue because of

Prismatic sun and sky

Whites and greys of cloud

The fuzzy upper parts of atmosphere

Satellites, space junk,

And we are clear

 

Wave by the space station

Understand magnetic fields

The cooperativeness of gravity

Our friend Diana’s hunting ground

Silver against sunlight

Black lines of craters

Glints of visitation

 

A comet or an asteroid

Meteors abound

We have passed the little prince

Upon his planetoid

 

Free of all Lagranges

We’ll have to negotiate

New deals with

Space merchants

Who keep the wildness of space

At bay

 

We can go beyond them, though

Where only rogue things move

Without the plan

Or any obligation to

Civilizing fields

It is the mind of God, I guess

The apple of an eye

Untethered Eden

The source of anything

To dream

 

C L Couch

 

 

note

 

The English teacher in me wants to say

Warning (like a sign)

There are allusions here

References, too

Or simply enjoy the words

And to my honor and my gratitude

 

 

Di Artwork by Brian Thieme, File by Aaron Price – Citizen Sky web site http://www.citizensky.org/content/media-room, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7654896

 

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