( ON REREADING MATSUO BASHO, really reeling )
Matsushima ah! / Vulnerable violin / Ah Matsushima !
Our geat conductor
Reins in loud brass, percussion.
Bow on, singer sigh.
St. Cecilia,
No mean, deft harp pedaller –
My etching´s sharper
His fiddler´s shadow
His shoulder-pain, his sorrow,
Plead, bleed plangent tones
Those concert efforts Choiring, searingand soaring Musical slalom
Trill on, grey singer
My trombones scatter,shatter,
Shit ” Spargens sonum! “.
This young lad fed pigs
Now belch vast orchestral farts
Courage, soloist !
His violin sobs.
The Slow Movement will not end.
Resin that bow, lad.
“Lark in the clear air ”
How to loves your Cadenza,
Dying soloist.
Brass, great drums, snarling,
Yield the pure line, milk pure drop.
This Concerto´s born…
Watch how he´s weaving,
His baton beats triangles.
This bates Banagher.
—–Original Message—–
From: FBCorcoran@aol.com
Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2012 15:13:52 -0500 (EST)
Subject: Humble Haikus post VIOLIN CONCERTO
To: fbcorcoran@aol.com
His violin sobs.
My Slow Movement cannot end.
Resin that bow, lad.
“Lark in the clear air ”
How he loves his Cadenza
Soloist dying
Brass and drums, snarling,
Yield to the pure line, pure drop.
Gob-smacked my public.
Watch how he´s weaving,
Baton beating triangles.
This bates Banagher.
—–Original Message—–
From: FBCorcoran@aol.com
Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2012 15:32:11 -0500 (EST)
Subject: Fwd: Humble Haikus post VIOLIN CONCERTO
To: fbcorcoran@aol.om
In einer eMail vom 12.11.2012 21:13:52 Westeuropäische Normalzeit schreibt FBCorcoran@aol.com:
Our brave conductor
Reins in proud brass, percussion.
Let the singer sigh.
St. Cecilia
No mean, deft harp pedaller
My etching´s sharper
The fiddler´s shadow
His shoulder-pain, his sorrow,
Plead with plangent tones
Concerted efforts / Choiring, searing rhapsody / Musical slalom
Trill on, grave singer / Yet the trombones will shatter / Their ” spargens sonum! ”
A young lad fed pigs / Now belch vast orchestral farts / Courage, soloist !
His violin sobs.
My Slow Movement cannot end.
Resin that bow, lad.
“Lark in the clear air ”
How he loves his Cadenza
Soloist dying
Brass and drums, snarling,
Yield to the pure line, pure drop.
Gob-smacked my public.
Watch how he´s weaving,
Baton beating triangles.
This bates Banagher.
—–Original Message—–
From: FBCorcoran@aol.com
Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2012 15:13:52 -0500 (EST)
Subject: Humble Haikus post VIOLIN CONCERTO
To: fbcorcoran@aol.com
His violin sobs.
My Slow Movement cannot end.
Resin that bow, lad.
“Lark in the clear air ”
How he loves his Cadenza
Soloist dying
Brass and drums, snarling,
Yield to the pure line, pure drop.
Gob-smacked my public.
Watch how he´s weaving,
Baton beating triangles.
This bates Banagher.