Drinking Alcohol taught me how to fly
Then it took away the sky....

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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

Monday, March 18, 2013

THE LAST LETTER


Posted in dVerse
Poets Pub Tuesday

Open Link night
(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.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

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

Saturday, March 2, 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