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#87
A tune is the ultimate abstraction,
An emotion expressed as a fraction.
Some notes invariably repeated
Become a cold emotion reheated.
Not all musicians are made of music.
Some are talent, some mere facility.
The best I’ve known live a necessity,
Like physicists slave to mathematics.
Picasso’s clowns can only make us dance,
Twist our senses into a whirling trance.
I’ve wept at the silence a conductor
Held at the end of the Ninth of Mahler,
As if to say, “Behold what’s gone before —
Anguish, redemption, hope — and don’t despair.”
Note: This is one of more than 100 poems after paintings or images, which can be viewed at the blog, Zealotry of Guerin [2].
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[5]Christopher Guerin is the author of two books each of poetry and short fiction, a novel, and more than a dozen children’s books. If he hadn’t spent 26 years as an arts administrator, including 20 years as President of the Fort Wayne Philharmonic, perhaps he’d have worked a little harder getting them published. His consolation resides in his fiction and poems having been published in numerous small magazines, including Rosebud, AURA, Williams and Mary Review, Midwest Quarterly, Wittenberg Review, RE: Artes Liberales, DEROS, Wind, and Wind less Orchard. His blog, Zealotry of Guerin, features his fiction and poetry, including his sonnet sequence of poems after paintings, “Brushwork." He is the V.P. of Corporate Communications at Sweetwater Sound, Inc., the national music instrument retailer.
[5]Latest posts by Christopher Guerin (Posts [7])
- A Sunday on La Grande Jatte (Seurat) [8] - August 3, 2013
- Hyde Mill (Sandy Ellarson) [9] - July 27, 2013
- Hands and Feet (Alice Bea Guerin) [10] - July 20, 2013
- Cafe Terrace at Night (Van Gogh) [11] - July 13, 2013
- Winter Landscape (Sesshu) [12] - July 6, 2013