MUSIC AND MUSE AFLOAT

Posted in OLN (Open Link Night) week #89.

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Both paintings titled "VIOLINIST" by Mark Chagall

CLAUDIA, MARC CHAGALL, AND ME

While reading a few of  my blogger “favorites” I fell upon (yes!) this gem by Claudia…and comment here with words I really felt.

“Lots of fun stuff to “look at” in this piece, Claudia. The painter paints, and he awesomely colors violinists in non-gravity. (Is THAT why they called me –back in the day–”spaced-out fiddler”? NO!)”

The following is Inspired by Claudia's work

Clacking keyboard: she and me

and cherry blossom tree, amid

violins bathed in colorful splendor…

Chagall said(?) “Imagine how it must be

to live in all colors, minus gravity.” Hmmm.

Both lived in three-dimensions—or four--

waiting, suspended, not really real.

Falling in or falling out of their place;

a catch, a kiss, love forever sealed.

Nevertheless—

traveling 
endlessly,

separately, we

...In space!

--steveroni

March 25, 2013

THE LAST LETTER

Posted in dVerse

Poets Pub Tuesday

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(OLN) week # 88

MY LAST WEEKLY LETTER FROM POP

Short Story of a MAN named Steve.

Born 1905

Cincinnati, Ohio

Sightless, age 4--1909

Farmer

Four children.

Loved children, wife, 
animals, reading, life,

in that order.

Horse kicked him in head, age 18,

totally deaf by age 50.

Perpetually smiling face—
happy, happy man!

Typed weekly (lengthy) letters

to which I responded—religiously,

in braille, also weekly,

also lengthy—grin!
We lettered for many years,
some now spotted with tears

This last one from him (pictured above),

written on Sunday March 25 1978, begins:

“Happy Easter to you all

Though the weather feels like fall.

The world itself keeps Easter Day

and Easter larks are singing.

Easter flowers are blue and gay

And Easter buds are springing.

The Lord of all things lives anew

And all His works are living too.

I spaded, (on his knees)

planted onions , lettuce and peas

until I was rained out.

Our crocus are blooming fine,

noticed buds on daffodils,

tulips still growing.
The whole world is awakening with spring.

For all of us a new birth,

even for wild animals and birds.

Had a look at pear tree.

Buds on it are growing,

tree feels very much alive…”

(Excerpts from Pop's last letter, 1978.)

The following Sunday, 
April Fool's Day

a massive heart attack

struck him breathless.

Forever.

Poem taken from this excerpt of "Last Letter"

REMEMBERING MARCH 18, 1974

BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA, USA

Night Scene from VULCAN, Iron Man

atop Red Mountain

Just stepped outside, looking round the 'hood, 11:20 PM Sunday. 
I used to love being on a hilltop overlooking cities like 
Birmingham, Alabama (beautiful!) or Cincinnati, Ohio, 
after most Peeps had gone to sleep.

Twinkling lights rivaled blinking stars, and the 
steady drumming of a city at rest--sounds comingling, so much the 
same steady rhythm like a huge heart beating (like 60 times a minute). 
Didja ever notice that? I listened carefully to sounds, reminiscent of 
Gulf of Mexico wave action, reduced, as if even the great waters needed a rest.

Today March 18, I've been sober IN Alcoholics Anonymous 39 years! 
WHOEVER would have thought....well, not ME! 
Full of gratitude tonight--up for 7 AM meeting in morning. 
What a WAY OF LIFE! Freedon from Bondage--it is!

LOVE and PEACE, Peeps--ALL!
Steve.

1st VIOLIN LESSON--SIMPLE POEM

This is posted in dVerse Poets Pub, my favorite Tuesday hangout

You have until late Wednesday to be on the scene with your creation.

Tuesday is OPEN LINK NIGHT (OLN #86)

Photo found on blog of my friend AYALA

FIRST VIOLIN LESSON

Beginning is where we'll start,

Learn to stand, learn to hold.

Proficiency, not easy in any art

So do exactly as you're told

On floor I've drawn chalk "feet"

Where you'll stand--sir, relax!

No practicing on a seat

It's a fine violin, not a sax…(Sorry, Claudia!)

Ok now, control a pencil

Grab it only like I say.

Index and pinkie on top

Under, lay your thumb

Right! Like the fulcrum.

It's how you'll hold a bow.

After which 

we'll switch:

Tuning, practicing, maintenance

Of violin and bow. See? An hour 

Seemed not slow.

OK. Time to go.

C O F F E E  !!!!!

My first adult student,

I've always said, "Never!" 

His first violin lesson…

age 29. A Lawyer.

Quickly, I said "NO!"

He showed interest in

My Motor Scooter (so--

I changed my mind.) 

If he's a biker-lawyer, he must be OK. I mean

dedicated, with willingness, and desire to enjoy the sounds he will make some day. Einstein and Sherlock found their serenity in playing violin….Why not?

50 years his senior. Maybe I'm a

grandfather figure?  God's in charge!

--by steveroni

March 2013

VISITING ANGEL

"...and God said, 'I shall send an angel

to inspect what was the living earth, and report

to Me the demolition found therein, thereon'..."

--Foretold, Unwritten

a "time" it was
it was a time, after time.
no reason. no rhyme

isolation
desolation

symphony
outdoor
had played
movement IV

silent violins 
trumpets shall sound
no more
winds stopped blowing
all is quiet

cause of death:
self-destruction

armageddon
a coda--
one final sigh.

and i--alone
return home
to dVerse 
universe

somewhere...
out there

--the last angel to leave