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(Nr.1) The joy of noise
...as I began 2006-12-09 Sticks and stones Hands and bones What a joy That's noise! The vocal cords my favorite toys will soon uncage my voice (Nr.2. ) You knew how to measure ...and tighten that string 2006-12-25 You took that string Tied it to a screw How wide is a note How far does it travel along the coasts of the Aegean sea? Music speaks of beauty and destruction as well as fear of God and harmony It just might be a suitable distraction for rulers who excel in cruelty (Nr.3) Farinelli Accessories 2007-01-08 That everlasting high-pitched note from a throat divine Common men applaud Masons and slaughters cry And you may ask: Are they ALWAYS required? (Nr.4) The Storyteller ...woke me up 2007-02-07 As I sat in a drunken stupor my ear propped against the loudspeaker Ray Davies of The Kinks reached out of the stereo and grabbed that very extremity: "Once I get started I go to town". I forgot the fact that I hadn't talked to anyone since I uncorked the brown bottle in my hand. With my whole lonely sentimental teenage being I took in the following and remembered it vividly to this day: "And I don't want to live my life like everybody else, And I won't say that I feel fine like everybody else, 'Cause I'm not like everybody else, I,m not like everybody else" ___________________________________________________ The poem above has undergone two minor changes. JWK ____________________________________________________ (Nr.5)The Rite of Spring ...some hot summer day 2007-02-14 I stayed inside the villa where my friend lived drinking home-made cola sheltered from that incredible afternoon sun Listening to Igor Let's go back a few weeks, said Igor Can you smell the fragrances of spring? I could Behold, said Igor, the Rite of Spring on the vast Taiga where virgins are sacrificed for the greater good of a rich and satisfying crop Can you see it? I could Then listen! I heard thunder strike till the earth rattled Horses and warriors clash together in crescendos of bloodied flesh against flesh And the rain pouring down in endless streams washing every good and bad deed away. When it was over I had to go out and let the sun sting my face. (Nr.6)One Replica ...one Captain (Beefheart) 2007-03-20 You painted the words uttered the pictures in the likeness of a trout with his hat on. Let's wait till Venus freezes over Then go get some blue eyed beans. (Nr7)Dylan singing ...When The Ship Comes In (Haiku) 2007-08-15 Bob in the spotlight - Ten note harp and countless ears One vessel abroad Memory from 1773 Haiku - and history of music part VIII 2007-10-03 Blessed Stockholm night rags and riches at the inn - Bellman strums his lute. Son House Strummin' : History of Music Part IX 2008-11-04 | | Still-life under the southern sun; Son House, Jesus, guitar and bottle. Picture replaced by sound, left hand's bottleneck. Clawhammer 'gainst the strings, makes the glass sing. Jesus tears off his sandals and dances. Good Golly Miss Molly History Of Music Part X 2008-11-27 Those fast tracks always ending in a shrill shriek, branded upon young Lennon's soul. Penniman, Penniman, full grown pompadour, outlandish gestures and costumes - The band of fifty-seven like a runaway train, featuring Casey Jones on sax. A string of pearls, loose women, getting their high-pitched praise. Come out of the closet? Man, in fifty-seven not even a drawer was at hand. One shout, recorded live as a clip from my inner movie: "I'm the best-looking man in show business!" Lucille... You dunno how it feels...
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