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2007-01-16 | |
So I chose to write a series of poems with the history of music as a main theme. Exactly what does this imply for myself and my writing? As all readers should have noticed by now, I seldom employ many words in my verses. Once in a while they clearly benefit from this. Poetry is a genre that gives me the opportunity to speak of complex matters in a downstripped manner. Mere words are just that. A poem never gets any deeper, warmer, funnier or scarier if you simply pile it up.
With this manner of writing as a vehicle I arrive at the History of Music. The Dragonfly is a lot smaller than the birds. While sitting still by a pond in the forest you can watch it hover over the water-lilies, wings barely visible and the colorful body glistening subtly or bright, depending on the weather. Those lilies are the musical history. The Dragonfly lives in the moment and sees only what exists right there and then. My verses in these poems pivot around moments. One moment is primeval man discovering The Joy of Noise, another is Archimedes measuring a certain note and a third one is when the ears of Farinellis audience capture that everlasting note.
Of course there is more to it along these lines. Apart from the fact that Archimedes is a great philosopher and scientist there is another dimension in "You knew how to measure." The poem ends like this: "It just might be a suitable distraction for rulers who excel in cruelty." Exquisite tastes and art are no guarantee against bestiality. After all; what do chairman Mao and Radovan Karadjic share? Right answer: A love for poetry. Both have published poems. The beast is in some cases capable of adapting to a high aesthetic level. It's all within the boundaries of human nature.
Through poetry I have, like so many others before me found a way to communicate my personal emotional experiences with music. In these verses I am the primeval, classical Greek and eighteenth-century man. Poetry allows me to put on certain costumes and masks, just like an actor. And like an actor I humbly hope to communicate some grain of the art of writing and living.
My intention with the lines above was never to tell the readers how to take my lines in. Each must have his or her way. I just hope that you have got some hint of my particular and subjective concept of The History of Music.This series of poems is not yet finished, for better or verse, my love of art and music is too great!
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