Music above everything, The Imbalanced preferred Vaguer more soluble in air Nothing weighty, fixed therein. And don’t go choosing your words Without some confusion of vision: Nothing’s dearer than shadowy verse Where Precision weds Indecision. It’s beautiful eyes concealed by veils, It’s a broad day quivering at noon, It’s the blue disorder of bright stars In autumn skies, cool, with no moon! For we always desire Nuance, Not Colour, nuance evermore! Oh, nuance alone can wed Dream with dream, flute with horn! From murderous Epigrams flee, Cruel Wit and laughter impure That brings tears to the high Azure, And all that base garlic cuisine! Take eloquence, wring its neck! You’d do well, while you’re in flow, To make Rhyme a fraction wiser. If we don’t look out, where will it go? Oh who’ll tell of the wrongs of Rhyme? What mad Negro, or tone-deaf child, Created this penny jewel, this crime, That rings hollow, false under the file? Music once more and forever! Let your line be a thing so light, It feels like a soul that soars in flight To new skies and fresh lovers. Let your line be finest adventure Afloat on the tense dawn wind That goes wakening thyme and mint… All the rest – is literature. https://soundcloud/daniel-orion/timecream2
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 06:41:41 +0000
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