love these lines

and then this moron sits on his stool
somewhere at the back of my head
and sings them all bloody day

Terri )O(

-----Original Message-----
From: The Pennine Poetry Works [mailto:[log in to unmask]]On
Behalf Of arthur seeley
Sent: 10 August 2002 09:31
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: Sub - words and music


Yes I suppose music might be ok for some
although what goes for music now bewilders me
rap reggae Proms where men in tails
with serious faces render cacophony
to enraptured faces
times though I can't rid my head of a tune
or melody or half remembered air
not that I make them up you understand
they just get in my head from the telly
or a kids assembly or a distant radio
and then this moron sits on his stool
somewhere at the back of my head
and sings them all bloody day
but then there are times a Mozart or Tchaikovsky
or Rhakmaninov piece squeezes my heart dry
and I might sob but there are people watching
so delicate so beyond ineffable transcendental
but I could not go that way no talent for a start
not deny words that demand a forming
more words than notes to draw from surely and
I can't paint sculpt pluck a string nor strike a key
and so I'll settle for the rabble of words
command and order them where I can
Regards Arthur

----- Original Message -----
From: "Frank Faust" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, August 08, 2002 6:14 AM
Subject: Sub - words and music


> me
> well I'd rather do music I think
> it's terribly unfair
> to be stuck with playing smart-arse around
> a paltry bunch of words and mark you
> they're mostly the exact same collection
> of baubles of babble you'll see on any dog-ear used
> over and over again for
> the sake of one more new sentence
> structure or some fool of an idea that just needs to be written so
> people can tell if it really fell
> in the forest or not even if it was
> just the one hand clapping or pen penning or
> whatever but it has to be the music for me
> that rise and fall of melody and song I'm going
> around and humming or singing something all
> the blasted time you know singing
> and humming a tune nobody ever heard before I
> can make it sound all right too a very
> rich timbre I have when I
> hum away to myself it's very melodic and if
> I could write just one of them down I'd make
> a fortune for sure because somebody
> would be wanting to make a record and offer
> me ongoing royalties but that of course
> is where they fail because there appears to be
> no way to write these things these wretched words
> let me down at the critical juncture and I can
> do nothing but scratch terse notes to no-one in particular
> bemoaning my fate mostly non-melodically
>
> words
> flaming rubbish in my view
> no good for saying any dashed thing
> no use for music
>
> ~
>
> Frank
>
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