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He knows more than I do,
The blackbird that warbles
In the rue Verlaine,
She knows more than I do,
the cat purring
When I stroke her,
He knows more than I do,
The old live oak
Whose foliage is crying,
She knows more than I do,
the titmouse without complex
In the street Dixmude,
He knows more than I do,
The dog that barks
To scare his master,
They know more than i do,
That’s why I toast
With the Big Dipper,
That I think of the Ionian Sea.
Which key should I put this song in?
I sing in G Ionian/major comfortably,
Likewise the relative E Aeolian/minor scale.
Plus those guitar chords are easy as sin.
I could choose a scale that’s more exotic -
D Mixolydian has the same notes and chords.
Hungarian or Roumanian minor, Spanish Gypsy.
Or another scale derived from minor harmonic.
Keep it simple – let’s start with the G Major scale.
Should I do a basic 1-4-5 with major G/C/D chords?
Or a jazzy 2-5-1 with A minor/D/G ending on the tonic?
Let’s do a bluesy 1-4-5 with a turn-around at the tail!
Just major and minor triad chords are boring.
Major, minor, and dominant sevenths can be cool;
But I’m rather partial to suspended seconds and fourths.
My sliding E diminished flat 7th will keep the fans from snoring!
What can I do to add even more pizzazz and glitz?
Slowly build the dynamic and rhythmic complexity.
Give the crowd a tribal chorus they can sing to.
Add a spanking hot hook throughout that never quits!
I taste your desire" a strawberry mind
blue muffin(casket walls of wet desire)
breasts of isolated systems of dynamic mathematics
by its numeral ills of base ZERO ...
monolithic flowers swaying 1.61 degrees
by beautiful deaths.
GRIND() my pressure colored paintings weeping
upon famous walls of museums and words dripping ink-words
toward the masses. I weep. I weep. I weep! those dreams
are more than handles than women or men as sunlight
in isolated systemic hearts!
Older than wooden ships that offer vanished ghosts
who can hold this hand of mine?
Of mine. Whom zooms through
one perfectly beautiful now...
my home : Ionian isles.
:: 09.15.2021 ::
Another six of
Our Canadians have died
In a crash of a
Helicopter in
The Greek Ionian sea
Doing their duty.
Condolences go
Out to all who are grieving
At this saddened time.
W.C.Hull © 2020-1-5-H1390-
2500-I51-K51-22-L57-22
Her heart rings out to meet the church-bells of
a city by the sea, as she stands on a shoreline
of Sicily;
singing bells, which patter her pampered heart, pitter-
patter, fluttering her hybrid soul like a hybrid
flower, in tones of light-medium pink and blue, peach
and white.
Hybrid, because her soul is aligned with a handsome Greek
man who is now living on an eastern coastal town in
southern Greece.
They made a promise to each other to come to the shore of
each one's respective town, at noon when the church-bells
in each town ring, far across the Ionian Sea, deeply blue
and beckoning, which seems to sparkle-smile in the sun.
Every day they will do this, as well as continue to write their
letters to each other, until the day when they will be together
physically again, walking hand-in-hand, by the sparkling
white-crested white-foamed blue waves of the
blue sea, waves which are bouncing, curling, rolling and
dancing beside them, with the sea-breeze fanning in and
out of, and fawning in and out of, their hair. ... And their
love will be a perpetual perennial joyous happy poetry.
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