Posts Tagged Music

Travels Through Death Soon to Come II

My death is arriv-
ing with brown and purple hugs,
temporary nails,
Gregorian chant sneaks up,
John Cage cheers my soul

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Where Did I Go?

I had an idea and I didn’t

write it down.

 

The dogs are looking at me

funny, using their beady eyes,

just because I was getting

into my Sibelius

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Etude 2017-15 — One Night in Cincinnati in 1982

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Etude 2017-13 — The Screams of My Failures

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Etude 2017-12 — There Was a Bird in the House

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Etude 2017-11 — I’m Looking for the Monster, but He Hides So Well

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Etude 2017-9 — What the Dog Thought He Ate for Dinner

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Etude 2017-8 — Quiet Dance with a Madman

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One Day, In My Cage, I Ceased Fighting

This is a soundscape but with dramatic shape. This kind of post-modernism is not agreeable to most people, but it’s where I am right now — I feel so comfortable mired in the muck.

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Very Short Etude 2017-1 — One Day I lost My Skin

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