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Nat Lipstadt Dec 2017
Yet Another Violin Adagio
Nat Lipstadt
Dec 2017
“yet another violin adagio”
Let there be belief; always, yet, one more violin adagio - always,
Is not a new poem a-brewing, an emote, needy for scripture?
Zeniths born unlimited, hundreds of titles awaiting fulfillment?
But what’s wrong with the good ones that yet have never failed,
Ask me which adagio, the answer constant,
Let the recorded poem show, any point on the arc above
Inscribed on the palms and the tips of these working hands,
Shining zeal and zest, for no forgetting the one that carries me above
Everything, all time: Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings
extra credit reading below!
12/7/17
3:36am
NYC (birthplace of this Adagio, and this hand)
Let there be belief; always, yet, one more violin adagio - always,
Is not a new poem a-brewing, an emote, needy for scripture?
Zeniths born unlimited, hundreds of titles awaiting fulfillment?
But what’s wrong with the good ones that yet have never failed,
Ask me which adagio, the answer constant,
Let the recorded poem show, any point on the arc above
Inscribed on the palms and the tips of these working hands,
Shining zeal and zest, for no forgetting the one that carries me above
Everything, all time: Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings
extra credit reading below!
12/7/17
3:36am
NYC (birthplace of this Adagio, and this hand)
Therein Lies The Secret
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/692628/plane-poetry-i-go-to-barber/
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adagio_for_Strings
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/692628/plane-poetry-i-go-to-barber/
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adagio_for_Strings
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Apr 2021
I am one with sensibilities of an adagio. There are few things
I cannot describe with words. A beautiful adagio, I think, is one
of them. Its beauty is ineffable. All are musical poems, but one
is tinged with sorrow. I am thinking of Barber's ADAGIO FOR
STRINGS. PACHELBEL'S CANON, on the other hand,
is gentle and evocative, as is Albioni's adagio. You're sitting on
the sofa holding your sweetheart in your arms listening to
Bach's AIR ON THE G STRING as you give her a sweet kiss
on her neck. You dim the lights. Vivaldi's GUITAR CONCERTO
begins to play followed by Marcello's ADAGIO IN D MINOR
and then you give her another kiss, this one on her lips. It's
getting late, but there's still time to absorb the exquisite PAS DE
DEUX by Tchaikovsky from the NUTCRACKER. Now she
kisses you, not once, but many times. You slip in Beethoven's
MOONLIGHT SONATA, Debussy's CLAIR DE LUNE, Satie's
elegant TROIS GYMNOPEDIES, and Chopin's PRELUDE,
OP. 28, even though they are not adagios, but because they are
etheral. And before you and she go to bed to make love, you listen
to Rodrigo's CONCIERTO DE ARANJUEZ FOR GUITAR AND ORCHESTRA. No better foreplay exists.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
I cannot describe with words. A beautiful adagio, I think, is one
of them. Its beauty is ineffable. All are musical poems, but one
is tinged with sorrow. I am thinking of Barber's ADAGIO FOR
STRINGS. PACHELBEL'S CANON, on the other hand,
is gentle and evocative, as is Albioni's adagio. You're sitting on
the sofa holding your sweetheart in your arms listening to
Bach's AIR ON THE G STRING as you give her a sweet kiss
on her neck. You dim the lights. Vivaldi's GUITAR CONCERTO
begins to play followed by Marcello's ADAGIO IN D MINOR
and then you give her another kiss, this one on her lips. It's
getting late, but there's still time to absorb the exquisite PAS DE
DEUX by Tchaikovsky from the NUTCRACKER. Now she
kisses you, not once, but many times. You slip in Beethoven's
MOONLIGHT SONATA, Debussy's CLAIR DE LUNE, Satie's
elegant TROIS GYMNOPEDIES, and Chopin's PRELUDE,
OP. 28, even though they are not adagios, but because they are
etheral. And before you and she go to bed to make love, you listen
to Rodrigo's CONCIERTO DE ARANJUEZ FOR GUITAR AND ORCHESTRA. No better foreplay exists.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Trevor Gates
Apr 2013
Good evening
And welcome to tonight’s decadent performance
Curtains…
Out there
Some where
Is the one.
The one person that matters
The one person that will make everything different
I can see her now
But you think I’m seeing a specific person with particular physical features.
You’re wrong
I see a white light
A being floating above all else
She is a soul before the human
She is everything before I know what everything is
Her eyes caress me with shear benevolence
Her voice soothes the restless and weary
Her touch calms my frantic heart and all that ails me
Where is this fulfilling wonderment of a person?
Is she at the end of a life journey?
That only I need to take the first step?
Maybe a distant land coated in dunes of sand
Below the ocean of the sky.
Or
In the cozy city apartment
Reading the stories of poetic urban decay
And fantasy encounters.
The corridors of her minds’ catacombs
The labyrinth of her dreams and unspoken desires
Fleeting glimpses of rich suspension
Over vast beds of Baghdad silk.
Hazel ember eyes
Listen
Yes can you hear that?
In our silence, a lone tone can be heard; felt through us.
We are all partnered with an instrument.
This instrument plays the lone pitch of
Mine would be a number of instruments
A soft bow of a cello
A light note off a piano
The soft, mellow strum of a nylon guitar
The tearful violin
The noble French horn
The dreamy orchestral harp
The rise of a heavenly choir
The thump of a bass
Ave Maria
Sonata Allegro
Tearful adagio
Glistening swells of rippling arpeggios over transcendent phrases
Eternal crescendos scaling across plains of astral enchantments
Our absolution through forgiving sounds
Eclipsing tones that speak the whispers of angels
They are here
Trying to relieve us of daily anguish and clockwork regrets
But
You
Many of you
Ignore these simple phrases
Through dismal conversations
And
Uncultured prejudice
Manipulated through shallow ignorance
The music that is neglected begins to wilt
Diminish
In more ways than one.
Stop it…
It hurts them
The notes of life
Go away from the norm
Derive from what is socially accepted
Find that one musician
That one composer
That one singer
That no one listens to
No one
Just you
Make their music, your music.
Cater to that personal bond
Imagine the film of your life
Score to this wonderful
Solidarity
Please
This is for you
Not me.
Because I love you.
This is dedicated to: Gustavo Santaolalla, Geinoh Yamashirogumi, Christopher Nolan, Scarlett Johansen, Rodrigo y Gabriela, Jon Gomm, The Elephant man, Bach, David Lynch, Lisa Gerrard, Hanz Zimmer, Bob Marley, Trevor Jones, David Cronenberg, William Peter Blatty, Clint Mansell, Chef Ramsey, Vanessa Mae, Nosferatu, Sisters of Mercy, black Coffee, mouse pads, The Diving bell and the butterfly, The catcher and the Rhye, The Last of the Mohicans, Isabel Bayrakdarian, Rene Flemming, Sarah Brightman and Natalie Gray.
May you return if fate allows it to be.
And welcome to tonight’s decadent performance
Curtains…
Out there
Some where
Is the one.
The one person that matters
The one person that will make everything different
I can see her now
But you think I’m seeing a specific person with particular physical features.
You’re wrong
I see a white light
A being floating above all else
She is a soul before the human
She is everything before I know what everything is
Her eyes caress me with shear benevolence
Her voice soothes the restless and weary
Her touch calms my frantic heart and all that ails me
Where is this fulfilling wonderment of a person?
Is she at the end of a life journey?
That only I need to take the first step?
Maybe a distant land coated in dunes of sand
Below the ocean of the sky.
Or
In the cozy city apartment
Reading the stories of poetic urban decay
And fantasy encounters.
The corridors of her minds’ catacombs
The labyrinth of her dreams and unspoken desires
Fleeting glimpses of rich suspension
Over vast beds of Baghdad silk.
Hazel ember eyes
Listen
Yes can you hear that?
In our silence, a lone tone can be heard; felt through us.
We are all partnered with an instrument.
This instrument plays the lone pitch of
Mine would be a number of instruments
A soft bow of a cello
A light note off a piano
The soft, mellow strum of a nylon guitar
The tearful violin
The noble French horn
The dreamy orchestral harp
The rise of a heavenly choir
The thump of a bass
Ave Maria
Sonata Allegro
Tearful adagio
Glistening swells of rippling arpeggios over transcendent phrases
Eternal crescendos scaling across plains of astral enchantments
Our absolution through forgiving sounds
Eclipsing tones that speak the whispers of angels
They are here
Trying to relieve us of daily anguish and clockwork regrets
But
You
Many of you
Ignore these simple phrases
Through dismal conversations
And
Uncultured prejudice
Manipulated through shallow ignorance
The music that is neglected begins to wilt
Diminish
In more ways than one.
Stop it…
It hurts them
The notes of life
Go away from the norm
Derive from what is socially accepted
Find that one musician
That one composer
That one singer
That no one listens to
No one
Just you
Make their music, your music.
Cater to that personal bond
Imagine the film of your life
Score to this wonderful
Solidarity
Please
This is for you
Not me.
Because I love you.
This is dedicated to: Gustavo Santaolalla, Geinoh Yamashirogumi, Christopher Nolan, Scarlett Johansen, Rodrigo y Gabriela, Jon Gomm, The Elephant man, Bach, David Lynch, Lisa Gerrard, Hanz Zimmer, Bob Marley, Trevor Jones, David Cronenberg, William Peter Blatty, Clint Mansell, Chef Ramsey, Vanessa Mae, Nosferatu, Sisters of Mercy, black Coffee, mouse pads, The Diving bell and the butterfly, The catcher and the Rhye, The Last of the Mohicans, Isabel Bayrakdarian, Rene Flemming, Sarah Brightman and Natalie Gray.
May you return if fate allows it to be.