For The Twentieth Century
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand
technologies of ecstasy
boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water
rises without boundaries,
I push the PLAY button:—
.
.
.
Callas, Laurel & Hardy, Szigeti
you are alive again,—
the slow movement of K.
218
once again no longer
bland, merely pretty, nearly
banal, as it is
in all but Szigeti's hands
*
Therefore you and I and Mozart
must thank the Twentieth Century, for
it made you pattern, form
whose infinite
repeatability within matter
defies matter—
Malibran.
Henry Irving.
The young
Joachim.
They are lost, a mountain of
newspaper clippings, become words
not their own words.
The art of the performer.
Poem by
Frank Bidart
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