listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie & his subspecies style
Categories:
erik satie, music,
Form: Verse
Alfred Leslie Erik Satie
with musicak dissonance so free
Once was all the rage
conveying the genre to John Cage
Categories:
erik satie, music, people,
Form: Clerihew
Paintings
- Impression: Sunrise by Claude Monet (1840-1926)
- Deer in Stream by Philip Goodwin (1881-1935)
Red sun climbs an impressionist sea
climb
Boats and waves dance a gymnopédie
time stands still
Doe and her fawn in a dawn reverie
they drink from a stream in their tranquility
They taunt me
whispers and shadows and vague silhouettes
still haunt me
Vainly grasping for words to explain
why?
Empty questions shed tears in the rain -
I don't know
Was there a season of darkness we missed?
A wave of emotion we somehow dismissed?
Au revoir, dawn
wondering how we will make it through
with our fawn gone?
//Dedicated to my Uncle Don and Aunt Betty whose son Andy took his own life at age 19
Lyrics may be sung to Gymnopédie #1 by Erik Satie
Gymnopédie - a dance of ancient Sparta
Impressionism - a movement of the late 19th century in both art and music with which Claude Monet (art) and Erik Satie (music) are most often affiliated//
Written 5 Aug 2022
Categories:
erik satie, death, suicide,
Form: Lyric
(Lyric to Gymnopedie No 1 by Erik Satie)
I open the album I'd long forgotten
and the old photos draw me slowly in
I feel my childhood self intensely
so innocent, so hopeful, in youthful skin
My heart squeezes tight with tenderness
compassion swells for who I was then
I feel a surge of sweetness so painful
to be back with her once again
As an adult, I'm grateful to have been her
I sit with her in quiet gentle melancholy
Life turned out differently from imagined -
I ask myself, is she disappointed with me?
Categories:
erik satie, age, childhood, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Lyric
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 sweet and made many leaves,
spring of spring she shared it throughout the village,
people were wondering: how does not bring tears,
every time I have an onion in my hand I think,
to clean it with my hands,
cut it with a knife, or
punch with a fist,
the onion in my hands
is waiting
Categories:
erik satie, life,
Form: Free verse
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dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
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listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
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the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
*
on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
*
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
Categories:
erik satie, poetry, word play,
Form: Monoku
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 cattails swaying against the moon.
Here, I inhale
the night wind bouquet
from which the violet violins
play through all my dreams.
Published: PS: It's Still Poetry January 2022
Categories:
erik satie, allusion, dream, imagery, imagination,
Form: Imagism
Monoku is a senryu/haiku with a slight enigmatic flavour written in its earlier as a one line form
*
dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
*
listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
*
the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
*
on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
*
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
"
Categories:
erik satie, imagery, words,
Form: Monoku
A slight change in repetitiveness
An enormous force in a tiny difference
That can give you great comfort and hope.
It can be found in the sound of waves
Loving expressions in daily life
And Gymnopédies by Erik Satie
Sometimes it disappears in the air
Sometimes it penetrates the surroundings
Categories:
erik satie, love, music,
Form: Free verse
Erik Satie-
intervals for imagination
Categories:
erik satie, music,
Form: Ekphrasis
listen to the pause - silence is golden
A abstract ekphrasis tribute to Erik Satie piano style
Categories:
erik satie, music, people,
Form: Ekphrasis
gymnopedies pieces -
minimalist miniatures
Tribute to Erik Satie
Categories:
erik satie, music, people,
Form: Haiku