Sunday, January 24, 2010

Lament


Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky - Symphony No.6 in B minor Op. 74
IV. Finale (Adagio lamentoso - Andante)
Leningrad Philharmonic, with Evgeny Mravinsky, 1960


The lungs hold grief hostage
behind bone bars, hold the grief
though its torch keeps singeing
bat memories on jagged flights.

The heart knows where the key
is that will cleave a door, a door
or many for the bats to break
down and steal fire, and the light.

The heart holds the key hostage,
wants to blunt it, hide it, kill it
for what would be left behind
the blood flood, a different death.

9 comments:

  1. VVJanuary 24, 2010

    still the mind's eye traces its shape

    the mind's ear hears the clicks

    we listen too

    all is still

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 24, 2010

    all is still
    but the mind

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  3. mJanuary 24, 2010

    thank you for listening

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  4. RoxanaJanuary 25, 2010

    for what would be left behind
    the blood flood, a different death.

    how true this is... how many times i have tried to express it on the Bridge myself... but when expressing, what would be left behind, if not a different death...

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  5. ManuelaJanuary 29, 2010

    and yet we keep feeling compelled to express it, to look for the key, to use the key... what is that about? i wonder

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  6. VVJanuary 31, 2010

    we invented keys . why? to let something out . to keep something in. to protect personal property? really wondering about that too

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  7. ManuelaFebruary 01, 2010

    i think it's been mostly to keep something in, hasn't it? something we don't want to leave or be taken away - which brings the question, if it belonged there, why would it need safeguarding anyway? yes, many questions.

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  8. kanishkFebruary 10, 2010

    but when expressing, what would be left behind, if not a different death...

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  9. ManuelaFebruary 10, 2010

    you are right, kanishk, a different death. but we keep at it, like the seasons keep at it, and the migratory birds.

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