Frank Corcoran

Lutoslawski’s ” LIVRE ” – my heart is on my sleeve !

Those sound- bits and bites , his ” BOOK ” gives reprieve

To me who’ ve bathed in masterworks galore ….

( They oft transported me to the other shore …. )




But his work goes much further with my heart ,

So fully rent by high orchestral art ,

His lines and fragments lived , a suffered store

Of human ( few men’s ) ” joy” ecstatic . More .



Of course great music hides the little self .

Lutoslawski’s LIVRE ignores the shelf

On which I sit too long , a patient Guelph



Who waits for new prevailing winds to show

My music’s language , ( how the winds did blow

In works of my fickle past , Nono . Oh , NO ! )