The head of the Brontosaurus erupted in debate spewing money
Sufficient to make some paleontologists’ living for a generation
Disputes between Diplodocus and Apatosaurus founded careers
Like echoing museums and marble floors endowed at great expense
By Foundation money dug up from trusts held of bones in marble mausoleums
Bequeathing Jurassic skeletons cast in plaster (priceless petrified bones coffered)
Camarasaurs and Albertasaurs petrified along with zooplankton and algae’s
Fossilized extract fueling the Canadian economy in that same province holding
The Tyrrell Museum’s complete Tyrannosaurus skeleton with its detached head
Heavy as unintelligible words detached from syntax and evacuated of the themes
Wallace Stevens faulted Robert Frost’s poetry for—poetry made neither a living—
Who spilled words on paper like colors on an abstract painting’s canvass evacuated
Of recognizable content, more art history than paleontology, also palaeontology—
Unrecognized by spellcheck as an extinct word dug up and displayed in a muse
BRONTOSAURUS HEAD
27 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
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MUSINGS ON MUSIC
05 May 2020 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Beethoven, cultivation, culture, free verse, language, muse, music, recording, singing, soul, symphony, synapses
Music isn’t just pretty sounds, a pulse
Rock isn’t just a distorted guitar
Blues isn’t just a 12-bar form
Music should strike fire from the heart, so said Beethoven,
Music is poetry of the soul, heart and soul
Soul music, the existence of the soul
Touched by fire, music is a living thing
Life-giving, live or recorded, alive through ages
Living with individuals through life, through aging,
In youth or age, youth and age
Peasant and king hear the same music, so say the Chinese
Pounding through the heart, hearing, heard with soul
Existence of the soul, sounds’ salve, alive
Conducted through electricity in the brain
Singing through synapses in the soul
Symphony of the senses sent from on high
Humans sang before they spoke,
The lilt of language’s inflections
Performances perfecting the human condition
Culture, cultivation, culmination of the muse’s calling
Meaning so much more than pretty sounds, a pulse