Frank Corcoran

I´ll give in Dublin two special soundscapes ,

My Percussion Concert ´s one ( – see what it takes …. ) ,

Then James Joyce Evening , words and tones and my

Reciting voice , reJoycing him and I .



Words and tones can sound and bend and cry:

” Verbum caro , carmen factum est …. “

Joyce rhapsodic , soaring rhythmic zest .

” Kinetic ” , synaesthetic tone-words fly .



This foam at the mouth in mad March air

Swirls and twirls my whitening hair ….

( But In another sense , there´s nothing there ,



´Cept air all singing plus a certain flair )

It´s a break from singed songs of Death and War

And Drones ( Atone ! ) and winter-bombs afar.