Frank Corcoran

Irish Composer

IT WAS A GREAT TRIUMPH , MY VIOLIN CONCERTO. WHY ?

( 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.

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