Every morning, I flee the toxic effervescence of cities,
Where no one controls his thought, that of the birds
Where people mate in the thousands,
Without knowing what they will do, without love,
Where one is more tired in a day than in a week,
I flee with my reason, I flee with my heart,
With the determination of a South American poet,
I flee the violence of all hypocritical looks,
That of thoughts, insults behind imaginary masks,
I flee the toxic effervescence of the city,
Where Mexican jaguars are caged,
Where trees are slaves of men,
And artists slaves to appearances,
This city that flees the landscapes like ferocious animals,
She flees the poetry and calm of the centuries-old gardens,
This city flees Berlioz and Sibelius, Debussy, Dante,
To worship David Bowie or Prince,
The new gods of electricity, pop art,
This city abandons the mechanics of rivers, to poets alone,
I flee the bustle of the cities, By love, by wisdom,
Out of love for a happy princess,
Waiting for me to sing the renewal of the indomitable rivers,
And I am at last away from the deafening mirrors. Beauty.
Categories:
sibelius, anxiety, city, for her,
Form: Free verse
Finnish J J C Sibelius
can alwas reate a hush
lndced myth& he did wend
sadly creativity id too early end
Categories:
sibelius, music, people,
Form: Clerihew
She is a child of twenty or so,
a beautiful woman
if I were young enough to call her that.
The composer must have wrote this
for a girl with arms
as long as a Mediterranean sunset
but then also as ivory as a Nordic sky.
The music opens and I sense
that it will never close,
just as all our love affairs
play with scattered embers
years after the concert had caught fire.
For long moments
she traps my voice in her violin
a stranger makes me love again,
makes me write this love poem,
and recall why I could never sing like this alone,
how it takes an alien love
to catch the same straw in the wind -
an everlasting note to be found and lost,
lost and found.
Categories:
sibelius, poetry,
Form: Free verse
do you
hear
the sound
the voices?
the music
ripples
through
my being..
stimulates
such joy
and
contentent
I lift
my hands..
the emotion
pours forth
in
streams
of
consciousness
inspired by clip of Sibelius Finlandia
Categories:
sibelius, inspirational, music,
Form: Verse
TANGLEWOOD AS THERAPY
Tanglewood untangled me, took my breath away
each moment of Sibelius, Mahler, Rachmaninoff
sweet violins, trumpets, kettle drums, cellos, fire
mixed with wind, echoing within the shed, over
the lawn, concert goers sprawled on blankets,
seated on beach chairs attentive to every sound
those strains, my favorite classics, filled my blood
stream, inched me toward lovers, tugged me,
two spouses proposed, suitors hugged my body,
kissed me with gusto, whispered into my ears,
became surrogates for melting chocolate cream,
weakened my knees, laid bare my breasts, filled
my groin, all from the moment my father took
our family to the shed where I first heard Mahler’s
First “The Titan”, not on a scratchy 78 platter, not
from our wood cabinet radio in our Brooklyn house
the melodies of democracy, free radio, modern
media, fade, assaulted by the Kremlin loving
leader. Russian composers crowd the classical
repertoire, do not taint my delight, my passion,
for the memories of past affairs are Picasso art
filtered through Stravinsky, Prokofiev, and one
therapist treating me for TRUMPRESSION
Categories:
sibelius, anti bullying, appreciation, depression,
Form: Prose Poetry
Show me a star, one bright, serene, and lofty,
and let me dream of shining at its side.
May that light shine forth, gleaming yet, so softly,
and give light to, all who on earth abide
Let its light guide each soul's precarious journey,
its shadow cloak all when they need to hide.
Oh, star burn on through cauldron, trial and fury.
Help lead each soul through seasons cruel in fate.
One radiant star where all good souls see rightly,
to dash the thrones of malice, greed, and hate.
Brave light shine on, through night when many tremble,
and guide each soul toward your heav'nly gate.
Let that star burn 'til sunrise breaks eternal,
your grace affirmed, you bid each to your side.
Use my last spark to ban the foe infernal,
then gather home your chosen, perfect bride.
Brave light shine on, through night when many tremble,
and guide each soul toward your heav'nly gate.
From Revelation 22:16
to the melody from
Jean Sibelius "Finlandia"
Categories:
sibelius, faith, heaven, stars,
Form: Rhyme
My cat went a roaming to find a new home.
Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh!
This cat was so clever he had his own comb.
Look up,now look down,stone the crows!
He went into the neighbours' and drank all their milk.
Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No!
Then he laid himself down on a piece of fine silk.
Sing,what the dickens,my lovely pillow!
He went to the butcher and ate all the steak.
Sing greedy,he's ruined my flow.
Then he went to the hairdresser for a shampoo.
Where else can a puttitat go?
He had no plastic,no money,no cheque!
Sing,cheater,sing creature,sing woe.
She sent for a Copper who paid the cat's bill.
And so my puss came out all aglow.
Now my cat was glossy and plump and refreshed.
Sing:fancy,it all goes to show.
So he came home and said this place is best.
And he picked up his cello and bow.
He scraped some Sibelius and also some Grieg.
Sing: Northern lights can always glow.
But,he looked so self satisfied,I felt annoyed....
One should not let one's narcissism show.
But he was so handsome,I was glad he came home.
Sing,grateful,sing katefull,sing Ho!
And I hope he will never again want to roam.
Sing glory.sing story;Sing So!
Categories:
sibelius, animals, caregiving, funny, happiness,
Form: Ballad
WALKING AT NIGHT
Moon
Black sky
Dissonant
On the cracked sidewalk
Old neighborhood
House tops
Like pyramids and
Trees meet above the street
Car passing
How the oily street shines
Streaks__________________
FLASHES!
Yellow to the eye
Downtown sounds
Seems unpopulated
A distant crowd dodging horns
Lonely
Walking along
No high
No low
The hidden thousands all on eye level
Just my head existing
So examine the ground -
Vomit seeping down the cracks
Rotten hot dog
Rotten city
A change of thought
Music?
Yes!
Of a sort
A Mahler horn
Sibelius oboe
Strings in tremolo
Hair stirs to fine threads
Arms swinging
Feet tapping the sidewalk
Random thoughts
Composing
Galaxies
Fear!
Love
Hate
Happiness
Despondent?
No!
HAPPY!
Freedom
Walking
Categories:
sibelius, happiness
Form: Free verse
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa made
tea so his Third Eye could open
to see dreams fortifying in aspiring hearts
as they reach for the next beat in their comings and goings
Socrates played the lyre by
banging on the strings while
humming and hawing about the trouble of
always stressing and straining against the chains
though he loved Phaedrus in the Symposium
it was Xanthippe that made him a muse
Hermann Hesse spoke in tongues
while translating the synapses of a goatherd
who arranged new ideas like glass beads
which almost always came undone
except when Siddartha played the lute
in exchange for his crooked staff
Nietzsche saw the cunning linguist
would never solve the puzzle of the dead body
which Zarathustra carried to his bed like a wolf
where he lay dying of syphilis wrapped
in the wool of many sleeping sheep
Sibelius finally gave in to the seduction of despair
when for many restless nights he looked up at the
stars in the same Elysian fields where
the goatherd lay asleep
dreaming
Categories:
sibelius, allegory, art, dedication, education,
Form: Dramatic Verse