Poetry
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Calling All Lovers of Poetry in the German Language
Join us on August 1 at 1pm EST, to celebrate the poetic magician and deconstructionist of the German language, Ernst Jandl — born on August 1 1925. https://www.clubhouse.com/join/birthday-celebration/001SObMj/xljpAnwj
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What is Individual Life…
…what is existence, if one does not spend some moment every day, actively or innocently subconsciously, trying to digest or express something, somewhere, poetically and philosophical essential?
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Music and Poetry
In melodies or words, a composition is amongst the purest intentionalities in accepting nothing, living under nothing, subjugating to nothing — an effort of a moment, minutes, hours or weeks, during which the composer will inhale, dissect, assemble, into something which never was, turned into a finished piece which never ends, as if avoiding death,…
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Music and Poetry
When being in Life and imagining Deathwill music and poetry help avoiding Deathor be the haven to conquer Death?
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Buccal Ethics
Kiss with opened eyes Masticate with an inner smile, in attention to every juice that flows — in the mouth, at the pelvis Take time to whistle Find trust in the thought before it is spoken Smile with your tears
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to draw snow
black-blueish tree branches reflectedbut it is snowTwelve months on this spotfirst time only with analog instrumentsoblivious to wi-fi wavesbut ice spears falling at my feetlike seductive dangerThe music of water dropsrapidly sliding down the spears onto the snowand the squirrel shaking the branchesunintentionally musically
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Love, Tears
Love flowsFree of direction, free of tempo, free of shapeIn invisible perpetuity of dynamicsNot towards the pictured beauty but in radiation and attraction And the soul settles, grows, vibratesCarried, lifted cloud-like off the groundBeing wherever one has beenLanding where one has never beenAgain, and again, tears are an inner smileBalancing want into peacefully yearning joyWanting…
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“Even when we sleep we watch over each other”
Today I came across this composition. It is the first line of a single quatrain by Paul Éluard (1895-1952) which Elaine Springer published on Instagram. Sometimes we may argue on the factual accuracy of word compositions trying to express a given poetic picture. Yet, at times — like here — one might override any sense…
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Words from the Opera — When horror breaks one heart, all hearts are broken
Balstrode:We’ll find him, maybe give a hand. Ellen:We have no power to help him now. Balstrode:We have the power. We have the power.In the black momentWhen your friend suffersUnearthly tormentWe cannot turn our backs.When horror breaks one heartAll hearts are broken. From the opera “Peter Grimes“ op. 33Composer: Benjamin BrittenFrom the poem by George Crabbe
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