Best Satie Poems

SATIE EKPHRASIS
Master of the avant-garde,
eccentric and extra peculiar.
This ‘velvet gentleman’ of
cordoroy suit and hat.Inspiration
of the provocative and artist 
hoaxs with the collaborative.
Erik’s gnossienne gymonpedie
genie of the pregnant pause.
‘as is moments’ stark…simple
without pretence…sounds…
..then…silence.

Listen to me recite this ekphrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro...

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exemplar
      and avatar
idiosyncretique
avant garde
eccentric-
minimal meditations
between still points...

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Satie tribute. 

The music
                  plays
sounds
  then silence
in
a pregnant pause

in each
              space
I
    day dream
                          I
                          am
a child again
              on a swing

push
          pause
                as I swing
push
        pause
                as I swing
back
            and
                    forth
push
            then
                      pause
in
a
        reverie
                      of
                      thoughts
higher
          higher
                    back
                    and
                    forth
push
          and pause
the
        music
                  plays
on

I stay
        in
              yesterday...

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SATIE PHRASIS 
Alone for a moment, measuring
sound….Frozen pieces…. in a
particular way,to wonder about
myself.To relax for hours as in
a childish dream…. and revolve in
all directions…this prolongment
of self…limp..lonely..lost….then
instantaneous….three pieces in form
with picturesque preludes… 
I open my mind, notice..and respond


Translated from Satie musical directions and titles

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minimalist miniatures
listen to the pause -
 silence is golden...

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bizarre beauty
subtle&
          slow
evoking
     the visual
       in intervals
                of
   ...

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listen to the pause - silence is golden

A abstract ekphrasis tribute to Erik Satie piano style...

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ensnared
     abandoned
        to the tempest
eternity fades
disarmed
            by imagination

in the depth
              of solitude
empty regrets
disappear
tranquility
         is expressed
                 in sighs

in my mind
     dreaming
         in this quiet
notes
stream
      in continuous
             contentment

stay awhile
                  listen
thoughts on hold
await the pause
                    suspended

emotions
          of
              calm
                reverie
repeat
revolve
          in circles
intervals
repeat
&
repeat
        then
               appear

               appear...

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Alfred Leslie Erik Satie 
with musicak  dissonance so free
Once was all the rage 
conveying the genre to John Cage...

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alone
     for a moment
measuring sound
frozen
       pieces
in a particular
               way

I wonder
      about myself
relax
as in  childish
 ...

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the avant-garde
eccentric & peculiar
 gnossienne at  gymonpedie
 of the pregnant pause.
      stark…simple
without pretence…
sounds…
..then…silence.
 measuring
moments
.frozen pieces
In
the
particular In
The
   wonder 
revolvea
 in
all directions…

a
prolongment
of self…
  limp..lonely..lost….then
instantaneous….
 picturesque preludes… 
I open my mind, 
notice..
& respond...

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My mind’s eye preoccupation,
I am captive to my guiding light,
the source of all my equivocal  influences.

Erik Satie under the moon,
Shadowy contours
against a nocturnal silver sky,  
my subliminal ambient impressionism.

I am walking a shrouded path,
trudging  through murky ponds
where I find the silhouette 
of...

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Only me,
looking at the blue sky,
and the blue looking at me,
No doubts,

Only me,
lying on lavish grass and breathing
the smell of wet earth after rain,  
No doubts,

Only me,
and my sweet pain reflecting
into each other’s eyes,
No doubts,

Only me,
and you kissing the
droplets of hidden desire,
No doubts,...

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the onion in father's hands didn't have time to cry,
with his fist punched it on the corner of the table, spread salt and 
ate it with sheep's cheese,
(like the builders of the pyramids, my dad was paid in onions)

the onion in my mother's hands was...

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We'll have to choose, dear,
 we shall choose not between the colors of the sky or 
the earth,
religion and God,

We must pick it up, dear; we must
pick
not the stars of the night, nor the flowers of the day,
secretly, my darling, secretly
we shall
extract this tear from...

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