Glissandos Poems - Poems about Glissandos

...Microtonal mayhem Triple concerto for sirens, drones & bullets groaning ghosts pluck piano strings extramusical praise: present (& past/future) we're going around & round (sings the flute) 0:00 ......

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...Walls breathe insistent hunger, red as the inside of a split pomegranate, richer still where the tallow has melted, slick as the fat from a burnt offering. Scarpia does not eat. He savors—sou......

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...Do you gurgle, grunt, and gripe, grind the soft bones of thought dry? You need some orchestration, some instrumental tuning. Play with those ad hoc glottalized vibes, harmonize. The body, t......

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...AntiPoem 31 “Rita Montero” (Poet’s instruction: Kindly play “Ay, Mama Inez” by Rita Montero while reading this AntiPoem) a red trolley finds Ebbets Field behind a pigtown ditch significant h......

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...// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. // Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio......

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...Emilia In Romagna Somewhere a lost little girl Is crying in her bedroom closet Because she can’t hear Her mama Moving about anymore She can see dim shapes Mama stored stuff in here Luggage ......

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...Glissandos with a twist of tangy lime arpeggios in starched cuffs and gleaming buttons sparkle from the ivories of a Baldwin baby grand leaving the root notes for the double bass to play It......

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...I looked out on the gloom of one dark day as rain poured down. Glissandos my ear caught! What joy streamed forth from sweet chords I heard play. The source of them excitedly I sought. ......

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...I am to him a Stradivarius, a treasured violin His bow expertly caresses my supple strings My body moans when tucked beneath his chin Revving to his rhythmic pulse, my heart sings I am the ......

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...In after going all night off the map to dawn on the newly opened Metaphysical Gridway I am awakened by the black buzz of flies and a persistent hiss of escaping steam in my chest a hole where ......

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...Can We “Feel” Music? By Carol Geyer Can we “feel” music? Can the notes cool or warm us? Soothing like green aloe balm, or warm as flaming Yule logs, or as majestic as a fully leafed oak? ......

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...Viola Fuller 1879 – 1909 For it is written in solemn Chinese ideography, That two women under one roof spells trouble. For indeed my life found trouble And death quite early due to influenza. I spe......

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...Like tremolos and glissandos in music, those crescendos and decrescendos in volume; there’s observance of discipline and yet, at the same time, there’s sense of freedom. similar to life how it’s gonn......

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...Carefully her inner eyes glistened As the music proceeded with utmost preference The swift glissandos had cured and decorated her existence bare Naked, she looked all alone Beautifully stunned in......

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