Satie Poems - Poems about Satie

…when we’ll fall, my love, let’s fall on the water face, so, we can draw circles, like raindrops, without a compass …when we’ll fall, my love, let’s fall on the water face, so, we can draw circles, like raindrops, without a compass ...

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

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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 the past that never left and didn't even start like...

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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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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 sweet and made many leaves, spring of spring she shared it...

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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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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...

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

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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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listen to the pause - silence is golden A abstract ekphrasis tribute to Erik Satie piano style...

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

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

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