3/13/2006

surface noise

an industrial diamond
extracts Villa-Lobos
from spirals lathed into black vinyl

thirty-three and a third
revolutions per minute

surface noise and Segovia

five junior composers
trade hometown stories
over Peak Freens and Red Zinger
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2 comments:

Scott said...

From Courtney:
ooh is this perhaps a new brand of poetry? lines about the stories behind music lyrics?

it could be a book.

Reply: This is actually a "verbal snapshot" of a composite moment from my years at Nyack College. It was a small school with a tiny music department. There was only a handful of Music Composition majors and we were all friends.

3/15/2006 12:32 PM
Scott said...

Exactly! We boiled the water in a plug-in pot, then poured it over a bag in a mug.

It was not long afterward that I learned from a Brit the proper way to enjoy tea (and I still have that stoneware pot he coached me to buy). I suppose that warrants a poem of its own...

3/18/2006 7:36 AM

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