Tag: Art
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Winter’s In The Air
Winter’s In The Air now the leaves have fallenthey’re lying on the groundautumn’s many colored blankethas turned a brittle brown and now we wait for winterwearing his hoary crownhe steals our body’s heatand chills us to the bone his arrival brings the holidaysto warm our hearts againthe solstice and the new yearjoys to tide us…
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Anne – Part 12 – Full-time College
Full-time at Hiram College I started going to Hiram on the weekends prior to being sent to Chicago. Eaton was paying my tuition as long as I passed my courses. Of course, after they fired me, that stopped. So, I took my unemployment and what savings I had and started going to school at Hiram…
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Anne – Part 10 – Problems In Paradise
Problems in Paradise Some troubling incidents started to present themselves early in the marriage. Anne wanted to handle our finances, and that was fine with me. So, we had joint checking and savings accounts. We both put our paychecks into the checking account and had 10% moved to the savings account monthly. The problems started…
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Poetry In Motion
Arabian Dance AcroBuoBallet This is pure ellagance and symytry, audio, and visual poetry.
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Wild Magic
Another old one from the early ’80s… Places it in the same time-window that I’m currently describing in my continuing memoir. Wild Magic I am the wild magicThe promise of oldIn order to articulateI must learn to be bold The entire universeWill dance to my tuneBut first – shed the cacconBehold the sun and moon…
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Sarasate’s Carmen Fantasy
An old PBS performance from 1977, but one of my favorites; and better than any of the orchestral versions that I’ve heard (IMHO). Sarasate’s virtuosoity and arraging genius are featured in this, his take on Carmen. Perlman’s performance of Sarasate’s fiddle fireworks steadily intensify right to the very end.
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Black River Mystery
Black River Mystery down in the Black Riverfloodplain not far fromcattails and clumps ofriver-birch, snuggled inwith rag-weed, QueenAnne’s Lace and St. John’sWort sits a square patchof young five and sevenfrond-leaf plantings sixfeet high, approachingharvest strength – perhapsnext week where did they gobig mystery of the floodplaindry patch of ground – fiveand seven frond dream-makers gone…
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Summer’s Almost Gone
This is an older poem I came across while going through my old journals for material to use in my memoir. I wrote this in August of ’83 while sitting in a bus shelter waiting for the number 9. Summer’s Almost Gone August rains are coldThe sky is crying Wind gusts blow me downThe sky…
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Silence in Motion
Silence in Motion an inky void sashaysthrough the sunrise longshadows on stealthycat’s paws from beneath the grapefriuttree, across the porchto the fountain’sreservor takes a long drinkthen some personal grooming asbright yellow eyes peer through thescreen door for any canine objections –LE
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Seventy-six Trombones
Seventy-six Trombones seventy-six trombones in the big paradeplaying the seventy-sixth part of the gamewondering how deep is the benchhow many more ready to take my place? guess it’s all moot since strings areall I’ve ever played, four, six, and twelvefretted and fretless, trombones in asense I guess, nonetheless circlings of Sol a trombone eachanticipating the…
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