Long Adagio Poems
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Gush Potatoes
2 cups of sour cream
5 Tablespoons horseradish
1?2 cup of white cheddar
1 Cup of grated parmesan heavy cream
3 tablespoons of lemon juice
1 tablespoon of lemon zest
1 Tablespoon of red pepper flakes
1 teaspoon of of fish stock
4 cloves of minced garlic
4 green onions
1/2 cup of minced herbs
( thyme, rosemary,, parsley, dill,oregeno and tarragon)
2 grated hard boiled egg yolks
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mix smooth set aside
in a casserole dish add 10 cups of cooked white potatoes
cover with sace mix evenly
bake 350 degrees for 35 to 45 minutes
)---------GREENS ALLEGRO--------(
4 cups of drained cooked mustard greens
(recommended( GLORY)
2 cup of steamed bell pepper
red and yellow
2 cups of caramelized onions
3 tablespoons of minced garlic
1/2 cup of pumpkin seeds
1 cup of chopped smoked turkey meat mixed with
about 1/4 cup of cooked bacon
1/2 cup of crushed sundried tomatoes
in a wok add olive oil and sesame seed oil mix
add garlic and peppers and onions
stri fry and add pork
1 cup of chopped ham and cooked bacon and turkey meat
add mustard greens
stir fry
add tomatoes
and top with pumpkin seeds
serve with tart pickled onions
)-----------> Honey, rum, Brown sugar Carrots<--------------(
ATONAL
Steam 15 cleaned carrots until tender
in a casserole dish
add the carrots
1 cup of crumbled feta
3 Tablespoons of rum
5 Tablespoons of mango juice
3 Tablespoons of Pineapple juice
1 cup of golden raisins
1/4 cup of honey
2/3 cup of brown sugar
1/4 cup of lemon juice
1 teaspoon of cumin
1 teaspoon of cayenne
1 tablespoon of dried cilantro
1/2 cup of cooked ground lamb
1 cup of pistachios
add carrots
in a bowl
add spices and brown sugar
mix honey rum and friut juices in a sauce pan
bring to a simmer allow the alcohol
to boil away add lamb
pour over carrots
crumble feta
attop carrots
sprinkle nuts a-top
cover with foil and bake
at 350 for 25 to 30 minutes
Adagio Meat corner
slow cooked beef
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serve with roast lamb , roast pork, roasted beef, grilled shrimp and fish
Strawberries, kiwi, and with a vanilla bean cream pastry on a almond nut cookie tart for dessert
Paired with a Moscat de Asti
Sinfonia
Phi For One
Mu for Alpha
Orange splices of pure fire fall to the cavernous wall as if the world was on its head,
Shadows of friends in greeting prints the rock a far,
I sit in comfort and complete humility by a roaring fire of fraternity.
I ponder my great quest for fire.
A long road remembered,
As barber drips from the pores of my soul chanting a deafening memory of my initiation.
The end is near, the wait is impossible, my stomach churns but I don’t care. I whisper to my earned brother, “where are we?”, “In the middle of no where in a freezing car.” Several hours go by and nay we pledges have much importance. Finally, the sounds of gravel hence at approaching membership. I hold and follow my earned brother along a steep and rocky path. I peer down my nose at my feet, barely staying vertical. I feel a blaze of warmth and hear a hissing crackle as if cast into the inferno of hell and damnation. An eerie silence blanketed by the radiance of Adagio. I feared the unknown and was most untrusting of the “Actives.” Who con and deceive. I trust Nathan and Dustin though, and they would not harm me! My mind never rested, I considered every course of retaliation, every out, every option.
At last I remove my blindfold destination revealed with aww.
Fresh and clear meanings defined.
My ritual, praised by youthful hearts, of Orpheus.
I am proud in brotherhood and understanding. I finally ware my gray hoody with the letters PHI MU ALPHA.
I (and others) have traveled great distances in Phi for One.
This One is but Mu, and can only be found in the leap of Alpha.
The Mu is necessary for Alpha and such a night is latent in all our minds
At nights end we all have replenished our souls with remembrance of fraternal meaning and brotherly spirit.
Raise your prelude to all the brothers, we sing.
A large circle of brothers arm over shoulder singing proud and loud on this cold damp November starry night.
This night is replayed over and over in my mind, reaffirming my commitment too Iota Rho’s long honored traditions. Time is irrelevant though we say its not. Perfection is of no concern, though we heave its importance.
At last the echo carries… SIN..FON..IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa! At last the traditions are entrusted to the next generation.
Oh Whisperer, whisperer of loves endless refrain, the circle turns again
Earthly desires echo in time, your thoughts I feel, echoing through mine
Tapestry of time, mysteries of rhyme, friendly gestures haunt my mind
Subliminal touch, I breathe you within from another place, another time
Tingles across my skin, resounding again deep within the altar of desire
Memories of your smile, echoing in time, once you were mine, so divine
I saw you pass before me as you did in a past lifetime so sublime
I feel you now, a life time ago, in a whispered wish to Selene, to her I did pray
A whispered command to Helios, oh goddess guide her home to me again one day
Aphrodite’s kiss whispered in a potion, promising devotion, show her the way
Yes I sought divine intervention, Artemis’s arrow dipped, sent forth in twilight
Come closer my sweetness, your essence sets my mind on fire, haunted in hindsight
I remember our parting in an age gone by, I would find you again I pledged by moonlight
As we said goodbye, your last breath upon my skin, by firelight you passed away
Shy glances tempted, a connection invited, memories passionately ignited
Pleasurable senses delighted, winds of Eros swirl within a river of flame
Nature’s hurricane hearts circling in motion, it’s happening again, links in a chain
A cocktail of earthly pleasures, a feast for the sexual senses, hot n’ untamed
Meaningful coincidences, souls dancing in reflection, the eternal heart serenades
Familiar resurrection of celestial karmic intention, she’s coming home again
Cosmic alignment of bodies, perfectly timed intervention, memories to be made
Your lust erotically transparent, your desire flammable, contagious ardour
All caution sparking in the wind, tease you I do n’ smile n’ take it slow, adagio
Lightening strikes, currents electrifying under our skin, champagne in the blood
A thrust of raptures burst from within, surge of sexual minds crashes above
Waves of want, the tide of readiness, alchemically stirred, goddess of Oxytocin
Blending the two in a perfect love potion, Aphrodite whispers her love call ” bona fide”
Agape shines once more in thy heart, eyes transfixed revelations of the soul in this lifetime.
The Expert in Death
She reluctantly closed the book,
locking the painting back inside her mind,
then a sudden frisson of emotion,
another surreal-reveal moment,
and her smile was flint; lips unmoving
as slices of memory were being served…cold.
The relationship began with an Internet handshake
and a few engaging discoveries about each other.
It developed weekly, daily via the telephone,
stretching from Whitefish, Montana to Dover in Kent.
Initially, they felt distanced from each other
but soon they were emotionally in the next room.
A month later, in London, they met,
a spill of nervousness, a thrill of emotions
and that night jazz developed their relationship,
an allegro rhythm which rose to a presto beat
and then ‘hey presto’ they were moving in together.
He, a job in London; she followed, as did their marriage.
The months hustled by, the clock ticked relentlessly
but their allegro rhythm slackened, slowed to adagio.
Then gradually he began to control, to criticize
and, on one occasion, even bully with bruises.
It pleasured him, darkened him, reminded him
and slowly he began to feast on it.
But he hadn’t noticed that someone else had moved in!
The artist, Salvador Dali, had slipped into her imagination
and had decided to settle, to stay, to simmer.
So now the surreal had entered their relationship
but what he did note was the tickling cough again
and the spit of pain, occasionally scoring his stomach.
Preparing the evening meal, she felt for the perfumed bottle
caressing its curved edges she flushed with excitement,
soon she was adding seasoned drops of Aqua Tofana,
those special ingredients: arsenic, lead and belladonna
and she slyly sed at the irony of the situation.
He thought HE was the power and SHE knew he wasn’t!
Very soon now she was to be a widow…..a black one
but she knew she wouldn’t cry, she’d been disconnected,
and after all, she was now an expert in death.
She thought once again of the book, the painting,
the Salvador Dali image - Death Outside the Head
and then of the enduring journey of her subconscious.
Ian Souter Nov, 2024
Afosa Adagio
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He described her as mean
someone caring she demanded more
than she gave
someone that is only
politely spoken of in a gesturing
of description. The first AACT spoke of
her speaking to her lover who only spoken Italian.
Moments later she is said
to be speaking to her lover
in Portuguese..
We learn later both are separate entities neither
wise to the other.
Act Four speak of him finding
Pantaloni senza cavallo, in his bedroom.
He reflected the days and nights remember nothing
of their where abouts. He knew they fit her and the
smell he knew they were worn.
"Pantaloni senza cavallo!
Pantaloni senza cavallo!"
he was heard crying through the door
the maid rushed to tell her: they stood
doors away giggling about the scene.
" the maid saying in italian " he wished her
to be less desirable
mine he handle her"
The Woman spoke" and more common that
she should be submissive"
Maybe the sarcasm of words
can be expressed in the desire
to undermined him.
It couldn't happened to a nicer
guy: you know!
"Creating monsters are the ways of
cornata women
are we then either as evil as he
or wiser and untrue
la canzone sfacciata intrigante
complotto è stata scritta per questo"
She loved neither and was believed
to have been in love with anyone
whom henear to.
Storing his past and sleeping with
those he hired.
He knew of one affair, then learned of the many ones
she had had. Once he was sleeping
and she woke him to have him drunk
she pretended to be "gobby with him" wearing a scorff.
It was the stable man from afar unshaved and paid by her
to do so. When he learned of this
she had been sent to an undisclosed place
and a letter written by her
detailed the event. she stayed away for weeks.
returning he just eye balle her
while the staff tryed to hold in their laughter.
Fictional Depiction of an Italain Contessa and her
Inperatore Husband. Opera of Frustration and Love.
Bassoon solo: number twenty four is a
bass lovers dream! The staff nicknamed her "Gobby Il Lupo"
a term that was unkind but true!
Microtonal mayhem misses the mark
a 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 constant vivace
Alcotts double IV. played
Ives: crusty old coot (but used his ears like a man)
percussive violence
syncopated strings: polytonal dances
Moody barlines go barhopping
741 ideas ; 21 woods; 1904 eons
background music
a sparkling concert hall
Whitman spits on Emerson
16:23 (viola), contrasted 1947
Ralph's fragments
keys to the sky
rocky jazz
Pox on The Fox
Daddy contra (No.5 edition)
Sneering atonal waltzes (from a glum mustache)
“Who Cares If You Listen?”
Elliott got Carter (yearning for dissonant dialogues)
agitated woodwinds crushed by percussion
Symphony 20:02
Concord, Concord, Concord (sonata?)
please the phrase
please phrase your phases;
this ain't transcendentalism
Magnificent Desolation!
a universal string trio: Hawthorne approves
insert Feldmanesque pointillism (very slow, very quiet)
notate a Super Magnum--rotate a Super Maggot
supersymmetric pianos pulsate
tremendous trumpet triumphs
advanced anticlimax (requires spacetime)
Adagio seeks strings
ethereal, hear the sacrifice
“Hello Friends!” blurts the bearded babbler
listen: Cageian silent shock
enter: Varese sound masses!
sodelicious...Here!
optional glissandos
Lenny dances on the smog
Gershwin’s getting rhythm
Central Park serenades the Dark Unanswered Question
sloppy sonatas wait for Waldo
counterpoint delayed
the clarinet knows
the string quartet begs for an exorcism
major/minor note spinning
bombastic post-war movements
Obviously, sharing......
excellent musical time
in light seconds (1840–60)
performers: revealed
clusters of desolate Americanism
But here....1 Reply
answers go quickly on a Mysterious Mountain
unanswered (galactic) question
“music on my funeral…
thank you for posting”
May we rise like the chords of time
That hasten us into your greatness
Let my body’s brittle bones
Become refined
Sharpen me, madres!
Into the warrior I need the most
Valencia in springtime
Share the same sting
May we bloom in this darkness
And bear our burden’s light
Heavy is this weight we carry
But heavier still is the spirit of fight
For death cannot reach me
But it sure can teach me
The the love you bear is
Nothing compared to the love she prepared
You poured over into my blood
As if you were my own
my voice sings out cries of conviction
Her, mi madre, mi amiga, my hen!
Hovers over us now
In the mist and in the rain
God how I long to be near her
My dearest friend and sister
God how the pain reaches so deep
Like a dagger has furrowed itself inside me
My feet stagger like a drunkards gone to battle
My shins fall to the floor
My stomach screams me awake
Oh God! my chest cannot rest
Every night without you is worse
But every morning I rise as a tree cut down
Not fully awake, not yet in a dream
My heart shivers as it flows in this winter river
Take me outside and let me run and hide
Amongst the soil and sand
Bring me in all hooded creatures
For I have come to faint amongst treasures
Surely I will be buried here amongst the dead
The worms will feast upon my borrowed flesh
Let my bones rust covered with rust
Never finished only branded
My teeth sink into your fallen fruit
Eat sweet death what you have framed me to be
My head lays in the mud of the forest
My body blanketed and bare
My womb of the earth quakes
of another close stranger
I let loose a shriek that swells me into the still
My eyes blinded by the flesh of the earth’s mill
My hands have not defeated me yet
May I stand? As free as I’d fallen
Posé, Se leve
Ensemble, Adagio En Haut
Where I live, the people know my name.
Where I walk, the moon knows my heart.
Where I run, where I watch, where I think;
where I really live, where I truly am;
there, the rain, its sight, its silence, and its music know my soul.
Its melody drums on, patters through my musing mind.
Its melody thunders o'er the tundras where I reside.
Its melody cascades down the windshield of my emotions,
its melody showers me, ever on through this life;
all I need, at times, a stroll through a storm.
Do any eyes see, into the heart of this man?
Do any hearts beat, to the same rhythm as mine?
Do any feet dance, the same pensive adagio as I?
Do any spirits really know me, I always wonder;
yet when the deluge is upon me, the pondering stops.
I know it knows me.
I know how I feel when underneath its misty sheets.
I know what it means when it comes to visit;
I know the sweet taste of its droplets,
the caress of it and its sister, the wind, on my cheek.
When I'm full of thoughts, and need release; it knows.
When I address it as a stranger, miss its company; it knows.
When I need; it knows.
When I feel its harmonies resonating within,
and call upon its half of this transcendent duo; it knows.
I can be anywhere, and feel a twang
on the strings of my heart; and it will know.
I can be doing anything, and if my soul sends a cry,
one that I rarely know anything of; it will know.
Somehow, it's there for me.
I am keenly grateful for its vigilance,
aware of how much it's done for me;
and I can do nothing for it.
What does the rain need, desire, miss?
Only the rain knows.
Whatever its reasons for remaining with me,
whatever its reasons for so constantly soothing my soul;
I will forever be in its debt,
forever beholden to all it's done -
I hope the rain knows.
Part 1
When YIN Hatha Will, YANG Hatha Way
Introduction:
ADAGIO!
said Sam, a Barber, to his strings
who wed Savasana to her beloved
Pranayama, breathlessly waiting
for her to relax in his waiting arms.
she did
deeply reveling in Ravel’s
ultimate crescendo of Bolero
their thoughts without body
meditating in a Methodist Church
no dancing sugar plums --
just asanas –
marching six by six, erect postures,
along the Ridge of the Road,
relaxing deeply,
concentrating on a Panorama
still barefoot bodies
sitting, standing, kneeling
all cross armed
cross legged
breathing – breathing –
s l o w l y b r e a t h I n g
Pranayama
copulating with
Savasana
from Dawn’s early light
Till Dark’s endless night,
Love’s song they sang
in silence
when Yin met Yang.
Yoga, The Love-Dance of Gypsy Spirits
Part 2
Dusk
slowly slipped
towards
deeply dark
abysmal night
Savasana seeing nothing,
sightless, seeking solace
relaxing –
Savasana so steeped
in savasana
itself
Savasana
stood erectly,
soundless,
silent –
one
l o n g
s i n g l e
note,
s u s t e n u t o –
s u s t e n – n – n – n – n – u t o o o o o o o h
breath less ly
h e l d
embraced in pranayama
while Asanas
manipulated their arms, legs, neck, spine
all arranged in flowing, fluid line
flowing smoothly like luscious wine
Pranayama praying posturing
a s s o r t e d
a
s
a
n
a
s
Kundalini singing chants
chanting solemn sounds of sirens’ songs
in these soundless silent nights
where
Pranayama
meets
Savasana
until
Ashtanga
rises
in blazing majesty.
"The Colour of the Breeze"
Star Jasmine,
orange blossom,
pine leaves, and
floating cymbidium
dipping oars
into purple and white
Agapanthus, drip off
a lid on that day
exotic Nile lilies
with lips of mead
drip potency
singing only
the sweetest
memories
the tiger lilies roar,
in silence, cut up, bittersweet,
they are sitting
torn fresh in the pew,
in front of me
watching and waiting
for what?
gravity in the moment
just, being
colour me cryptic
Agapanthas purr
through closed
jade mysteries
on that day indigo
blue ... a date with
destiny,
a winsome crew
each with their secrets
renewed, knew
they try to sing hymns
whispering, thinking
I could never do this
such singing
ridiculous
they try to sing hymns
whispering, thinking
I am not near them
but I am all the
colours miraculous
surrounding them
speaking
in different tongues
I lean into them, listening
leaves
floating like notes
to remember
found in
the colour of the breeze
lifting potent memories
freedom then,
nothing stopping me
(Ladylabyrinth / 2022)
klb, mlb
gvlm
"Serpentskirt" / Cocteau Twins
https://youtu.be/ZkaDFYVOUDs
"Whales Tails"/ Cocteau Twins
https://youtu.be/0LVyIJsigXU
"Bluebell Knoll" / Cocteau Twins
https://youtu.be/ZpqaNjtaU6o
Requiem, Tractus (Johannes Ockeghem) - Miroslav Venhoda; Prager Madrigalisten 1966
https://youtu.be/AnYOWMrrkIU
Requiem Mass.
I prefer this -
intro
Samuel Barber - Adagio for Strings
https://youtu.be/izQsgE0L450
outro
Hymn of the Cherubim - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky - Extended
https://youtu.be/y9p0-NSirQA