Many Musics, second series ***complete***

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tonight added Many Musics, II, lii, Dreamland Narrative, this poem is for me native politics, what I believe about the truth and fate of men, it is not petty mortal leaders who will save or deny any of us, in my belief, but a willingness to grapple more and deeper the mysteries within and around...I care about the politics of men until I shove myself back a step and see it's futile, like trying to get a dog to mew like a kitten, making rain fall up, denying want in merely being alive...

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tonight added Many Musics, II, liii, Roseate Hours, some kind of complex yawp about death and art, tangle of words and hard breathing at what everything means, and does not...

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tonight added Many Musics, II, liv, Revolution By Night, some kind of years long cry, try to let out the exhaust of walking mortal the wide world...

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tonight added Many Musics, II, lv, Dominion, I have been writing obsessed about the nature of desire, not knowing it, just wondering over and over about what it is and how it drives relentlessly...how it is everything, and yet...and yet...

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tonight added Many Musics, II, lvi, Night Riders, I suppose you could call this a true story of sorts, about a sort of old love, going back years, our knowing months at the most...the title is what witches were called, one thing anyway...they'd ride out in the night to tend those in need...

[judih]

very beautiful and haunting music
lots of opera innuendo, scene and mist
voices that come from beyond
and deep within - like this very much

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tonight added Many Musics, II, lvii, Testimonie, this one is for my father, who died earlier this year, he'd lived a long life, robust and laughing, tho the last few he got sick and was confined to a wheelchair. I worked on it for awhile after he died. Testimonie, the title, is French, which is what he was. Means testament, that's what this was.

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this morning added Many Musics, II, lviii, Etoile, this is a poem inspired by seeing Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec's "Dancer Seated on a Pink Divan,"
[oil on canvas, 1885-1886] at "The Dancer" exhibition at the Portland Art Museum. It stuck me because it was not one of the many more glamorous pictures about ballet dancers in the French theatre a century or so ago, but intimate, melancholy, strange...

you can see it at: <!-- m -->http://www.nga.gov.au/Monet/260pxl/Toulouse-Lautrec.jpg<!-- m -->

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tonight added Many Musics, lix, Underneath, not sure what the poem is just yet, seems like a seam in perception breached, and much more to come of this...

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tonight finally added Many Musics, II, lx, "In Strange Service," the last poem in this series, comes from other poems and from dreams, a dream of a panther led to the idea of a Beast, in the dream I wrestled the panther then we became friends...anyway...this poem is many things evolved into one song, among a series of songs...and it will continue...

[judih]

passionate, gutsy poetry
in the stream of the renaissance painters
have no doubt there'll be more doors opening

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Continued here:
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