Something Wonderful: Debussy "Clair de Lune" on Piano for 80 Year Old Elephant
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Gerard Van der Leun
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
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Lovely
I know they weren’t tears…but still.
Beats the heck out of the seagulls. 😉 Equilibrium restored.
I told you elephants were Modernists.
Best Comment at You Tube: “So that’s what my teeth sound like”
Heart warming to say the least. Thank you.
I kept waiting for the elephant to start singing… : (
Very nice. Pedal-pushers, mandals and purse, too. Now, try that with an African bull in must.
1) reminds me of the excellent film, “Water For Elephants.”
2) unfortuately, *also* reminds me of those eco-sexuals in love with trees….
3) the piano needs tuning. desperately.
Gives a new meaning to ‘tickling the ivories’.
either the moon is made of green cheese
or that piano was way, way out of tune.
next time get a well-tuned concert grand out there
and play that pachyderm some Rachmaninoff.
rabbit – LOL
I imagine getting that heavy piano out there contributed to the detuning.
My favorite Debussy tunes after “Girl with the Flaxen Hair.”
One of my most favorite composers. His compositions were dreams in a time of terror.
I adore good music. Me and the elephant.