Best Famous Pianist Poems
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Written by
William Matthews |
I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen
and so I swung into action and wrote a poem
and it was miserable, for that was how I thought
poetry worked: you digested experience shat
literature.
It was 1960 at The Showplace, long since
defunct, on West 4th st.
, and I sat at the bar,
casting beer money from a reel of ones,
the kid in the city, big ears like a puppy.
And I knew Mingus was a genius.
I knew two
other things, but as it happens they were wrong.
So I made him look at this poem.
"There's a lot of that going around," he said,
and Sweet Baby Jesus he was right.
He glowered
at me but didn't look as if he thought
bad poems were dangerous, the way some poets do.
If they were baseball executives they'd plot
to destroy sandlots everywhere so that the game
could be saved from children.
Of course later
that night he fired his pianist in mid-number
and flurried him from the stand.
"We've suffered a diminuendo in personnel,"
he explained, and the band played on.
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Written by
Russell Edson |
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to
ruin a piano with his fingers .
.
.
On the day of the piano wrecking concert, as he's
dressing, he notices a butterfly annoying a flower in his window
box.
He wonders if the police should be called.
Then he thinks
maybe the butterfly is just a marionette being manipulated by
its master from the window above.
Suddenly everything is beautiful.
He begins to cry.
Then another butterfly begins to annoy the first butterfly.
He again wonders if he shouldn't call the police.
But, perhaps they are marionette-butterflies? He thinks
they are, belonging to rival masters seeing whose butterfly can
annoy the other's the most.
And this is happening in his window box.
The Cosmic
Plan: Distant Masters manipulating minor Masters who, in turn,
are manipulating tiny butterfly-Masters who, in turn, are
manipulating him .
.
.
A universe webbed with strings!
Suddenly it is all so beautiful; the light is strange .
.
.
Something about the light! He begins to cry .
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