Thursday, February 09, 2017
From Berlin to New York, the music of the living words
of the heart
in the dark gloom of the abbey church I listen to the opening of some symphony that
reverberates under the vault and among the columns.
butterfly flutters gracefully in the sunshine and perches itself on my knee in
some green meadow behind the summer house of the vacation.
hover in the air and lightly cover the sidewalk of the still benighted street
of my city just one week before Christmas in the cold morning air.
big square on a bench my street homeless friend wakes up every morning when I
come and every morning I give him half my ten thirty snack.
the time some music resonates in my brain and tells me in a whisper between the
notes, among the keys and codas, a message that I will remember.
your way and keep in your fists the acorn you saved last September, keep it for
the forlorn forgotten forsaken squirrel of an alley urchin that has no shelter
and that longs for love.”
schoolboy offers in one hand
sidewalk wanderer gathers with both hands
eyes and locks them
On the blue
irises pierced with a dark question
from on high then vibrates like a tuning fork
pass you by, I promise!
don’t vanish and go, ever!”
February 9, 2017
Boulez-Bowie-Cohen @Academia.edu & SlideShare.net (74)
Happy the one who can leave in due time
Three living stars
have just died in the field of music. Three supernovas that were a galaxy of
their own. Leonard Cohen, David Bowie and Pierre Boulez, the whole western
world in a nutshell, Canada, Great Britain and France, and the last one
directed and recorded Wagner as well as Frank Zappa. A whole world is leaving
and we are left alone in the orphanage our world has become.
And yet they leave in,
our hands, in our ears and in our eyes a whole world of illumination,
hallucination, inspiration and exquisite frustration. We have to build
tomorrow’s world with what they have just granted us as their heritage, as our
inheritance. Let’s take care of it for ever and ever.