Saturday, April 4, 2015

One Through Five: Playlist for April 3, 2015



By  Roddy Lumsden  



For once, I felt wanted, dead or alive,


the day my fame outgrew the Famous Five.



There came a time I could give no more


to the other guys in the Gang of Four



and I felt the dead weight fall from me


when I unyoked the clowns of the Crucial Three.



I considered all this as I boarded the bus


to quit the town not big enough for both of us.



One eye didn’t seem so much to leave behind


as I sped to my job in the kingdom of the blind.
REFLECTIVE MUSIC: Caprice # 3 by Mark O'Connor





A Duet


By  Kevin McFadden  



Art was long.


Paul was short.


Art sang the song.


Paul was the sort



who made one up


as if from air.


Paul had more gift.


Art had more hair—



which isn’t to take


away from Arts.


Many sing well


if someone starts,



and it robs no Simon


to get paid like Paul.


Along was Art’s way


to be singing at all.



If Paul robbed some,


it’s harder revealing.


What stuck in his mind,


he stuck to concealing



so koo-koo-ka-choo


would stick in our heads.


It wasn’t Garfunkel,


someone said Simon said



when they parted acts.


Debts one forgets.


Acoustic is fraught


with strings over frets,



taken together,


taken apart.


Paul lifting from life.  


Life lifting from Art.

REFLECTIVE MUSIC: April Come She Will by Simon & Garfunkel



The Triple Fool


By  John Donne  



I am two fools, I know,


      For loving, and for saying so


          In whining poetry;


But where's that wiseman, that would not be I,


          If she would not deny?


Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes


    Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,


I thought, if I could draw my pains


    Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay.


Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,


For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.



      But when I have done so,


      Some man, his art and voice to show,


          Doth set and sing my pain;


And, by delighting many, frees again


          Grief, which verse did restrain.


To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,


    But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.


Both are increased by such songs,


    For both their triumphs so are published,


And I, which was two fools, do so grow three;


Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
REFLECTIVE MUSIC: Trio Sonata No. 1 by William Boyce


Chamber Thicket 

By  Sharon Olds  



As we sat at the feet of the string quartet,  


in their living room, on a winter night,  


through the hardwood floor spurts and gulps  


and tips and shudders came up, and the candle-scent  


air was thick-alive with pearwood,  


ebony, spruce, poplar, and horse  


howled, and cat skreeled, and then,  


when the Grösse Fugue was around us, under us,  


over us, in us, I felt I was hearing  


the genes of my birth-family, pulled, keening  


and grieving and scathing, along each other,  


scraping and craving, I felt myself held in that  


woods of hating longing, and I knew  


and knew myself, and my parents, and their parents,  


there—and then, at a distance, I sensed,  


as if it were thirty years ago,  


a being, far off yet, oblique-approaching,  


straying toward, and then not toward,  


and then toward this place, like a wandering dreaming  


herdsman, my husband. And I almost wanted  


to warn him away, to call out to him  


to go back whence he came, into some calmer life,  


but his beauty was too moving to me,  


and I wanted too much to not be alone, in the  


covert, any more, and so I prayed him  


come to me, I bid him hasten, and good welcome.

REFLECTIVE MUSIC: Grosse Fugue by L. van Beethoven



The Snow Is Deep on the Ground


By  Kenneth Patchen  



The snow is deep on the ground.  


Always the light falls


Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.



This is a good world.


The war has failed.


God shall not forget us.


Who made the snow waits where love is.



Only a few go mad.


The sky moves in its whiteness


Like the withered hand of an old king.  


God shall not forget us.


Who made the sky knows of our love.



The snow is beautiful on the ground.  


And always the lights of heaven glow  


Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

REFLECTIVE MUSIC: The Snow is Deep on the Ground, by The Claudia Quintet



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