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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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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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Hero Today, Please

Hero Today, Please

 

Beneath Glastonbury tor

Lies who knows what

Maybe it’s better to

Let the legend lie

Until the ground is split

In later days

And the hero rises

 

This is what it means to be

A once and future story

So real a return is

Promised

We must have it again

In greatest need

 

And for now, each time

We need to have the tale told

In present time

In days requiring

Some solace while it’s raining

Or inspiration as of

A venial

Version of an

Easter morn

 

C L Couch

 

 

note

T. H.White wrote The Once and Future King, a novel.

 

 

Enrique Íñiguez Rodríguez (Qoan) – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=68496773

 

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Men into Space

Men into Space

(someone else’s nostalgia)

 

William Lundigan beat them all

Because he got to space in the fifties

I didn’t see this show while

Growing up

Or Johnny Sokko with his giant robot in the

Half hour before

Other shows I missed as well

Supercar, for instance

I guess this was the fifties-sixties way

To get us there

Enjoy the ride

And encounter who knows what

Only the television writers knew

 

Thankful for retrograde, I guess

Retroactive, retrospective

The tier of channels that carry

Our imagination

From the past

Into the present

Maybe to conferences

And comic books

And all sorts of new brains

 

New days

That started here

In my older siblilngs’ days

Brought forward

Into better resolution

 

Now let’s have, please

Women into Space

 

C L Couch

 

 

image, NASA

STS Discovery Mission 131, International Space Station

Astronauts (clockwise from top right) Naoko Yamazaki, Dorothy Metcalf-Lindenburger, Stephanie Wilson, and Tracy Caldwell

 

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Space Ghost

Space Ghost

(one voice from the USA)

 

I’m so tired of this administration

It hasn’t spread enough hate, evidently

Time to take it to space

A space force that

Doesn’t evoke memories of Star Trek

Or Buck Rogers or the

Princess of Mars

Except maybe in libidos

 

But sees an end in everything

Above

 

We’ll weaponize the cosmos

Because the universe can’t take care

Of itself

 

And when it’s done

All done

What we’ll be left with is an empty room

Up there with

Nothing inhabiting

Except for angry spirits

Wondering how it went wrong when

 

We only wanted to burn our enemies

And ended up atomizing Earth

Sending a message out to the beyond we

Once embraced

 

Saying rather

Not to bother

We’ve taken care of things here

You’d visit as an alien, anyway

We’d try to detain you

Not in hospitality

Then deport you

 

C L Couch

 

 

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