swans

"Doesn't really matter, you know, what kind of nasty names people invent for the music. But, uh, folk music is just a word, you know, that I can't use anymore. What I'm talking about is traditional music, right, which is to say it's mathematical music, it's based on hexagons. But all these songs about, you know, roses growing out of people's brains and lovers who are really geese and swans are turning into angels - I mean, you know, they're not going to die. They're not folk music songs. They're political songs. They're already dead."
Jude, I'm Not There.

Illustration of goose from here.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Opera Populaire

I went to watch a musical,
fell in love with a mask.
Found a face behind it,
kept it in a cask.
In a cask, in my mind.

I went to watch a musical,
and arias brought me to tears.
Tried to catch soprano notes,
hid them in my ears.
In my ears, in my mind.

I went to watch a musical,
its dialogue stuck on my tongue.
I walk the world on all its stage,
the stage where Christine had sung.
Christine had sung, in my mind.

I went to watch a musical,
worlds were built in costume changes.
The colors gave me goosebumps,
visual vocal ranges.
Painting songs of praises, in my mind.

I went to watch a musical,
gunshot was the curtain call.
France collapsed beneath my hands,
cried a masquerade in the hall.
(Rowed a boat, on the candles,
with a mask, and a monkey,
pleading eyes, music angels,
in my mind, in my mind,
in my mind.)
written by M at 9:25 PM

1 comment:

  1. mystery commentatorSeptember 24, 2012 at 10:09 PM

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