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Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/23/04 at 05:28 PM This relationship seems profound and complete since the music seems to be playing all kind of roles, a real companion is supposed to play, in your life. And then you have treated the music as the second person, pleading, expressing astonishment, becoming one. 'oh Love you dressed
me color blind!' speaks high about this embodiment of your lover. |
Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 01/25/04 at 01:26 AM I love this! It has an immediate catch with it's flow and you keep it moving right along. Nice work. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/25/04 at 02:55 PM Beautiful, inspiring poem that nicely reflects my own appreciation of music. Kudos! |
Posted by JD Clay on 01/25/04 at 09:08 PM This is a well crafted verse with amazing rhythm and an intricate rhyme scheme, Rula.
Pe4ce... |
Posted by David R Spellman on 01/26/04 at 11:07 PM Its amazing what the rythym of music can do to our own spirits. This speaks well of its affects and our own attempts to harness it. Well done. |
Posted by Beth K Hannah on 01/27/04 at 01:09 AM this is very wonderfull, indeed. you capture the beauty of music and all it can give very well.
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Posted by Rachelle Howe on 01/27/04 at 05:25 PM ingenius rhyme scheme. i hate rhyme. but i like yours. brava! |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/28/04 at 12:29 PM this is exquisite music to one's ears and I envy your affair with it. and yet I have been in its thrall since the ears of my youthful soul popped their cork. |
Posted by Mara Meade on 01/28/04 at 07:43 PM Incredible! The wrestling, the passion expressed here... wow. |
Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 01/29/04 at 09:23 PM This flow of this is lovely -- in fact, it flows just like a song |
Posted by David Neubauer on 02/02/04 at 03:37 PM Well done. I really like the meter to this, especially at the begginging, with the halting stanzas. |
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 02/05/04 at 02:35 AM the flow throughout is smooth and beautiful... |
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/26/04 at 01:13 AM music, like the eyes, is a gateway to the soul, the essence... it's ironic that i would read this today, as i am contemplating the very significant role music plays in my on life (and am working on a poem myself on this subject)... excellent piece... as music is our mistress, wife, child, adversary and friend... brilliant piece... blessings... |
Posted by Deborah S Regan on 03/27/04 at 02:35 PM very wonderful style, good flow |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/10/04 at 04:11 PM Music. Man, how I LOVE it!!! The different places it can take me, readjust/reallign me always amaze me! I believe we don't even begin to completely understand the scope and power of Music, of the vibrations created by different tones and rhythms. I love how you describe your relationship with Music here, Rula!!! |
Posted by Cole Bradburn on 06/30/05 at 05:35 AM The poem itself is music...beautiful |
Posted by Jared Fladeland on 08/11/06 at 05:23 PM Do you know what this reminds me of? (probably not).... I took up modern dancing this past year.. and This reminds me of the relationship between modern dancers and their art. A great part of modern dance is that each performance within itself is special. When the first woman, Isadora Duncan, began experimenting with the form that would become modern dance (she would simply move in her backyard in ways that were not classically trained dance moves.. Instead she would simply move as she felt at a particular moment. And often her movements were based on greek art.. the poses and such in greek paintings and statues), she very much believed in the principle that art isn't merely something that is reproduced over and over. It should be a completely new experience each time. Perhaps slightly different, perhaps vastly different. This has hit me like a ton of bricks in much of my own art. It isn't that I find art disposable... it's not something that you just do once and it is great. But you let something like music, or dance, or perhaps acting, work through you as it happens, and that one moment in time is something special, it is unique to all other times... but then, there are times, sure when seeing or hearing the same exact thing over and over will still muster the same feeling over and over. I think the greatest paradox of art, especially a living art such as dance, theatre, or some forms of music, is the nature between repeating a piece for others, but also the opportunity to not repeat a piece over and over identical to each. Which then goes back to the philosophy of getting into the moment, rather than trying to force what should and what should never be |