Poem by mark weber

 

 



    THINKING ABOUT MONK AFTER
    HEARING ANA CERVANTES
    PLAY THE NEW PIANO


    speed is not how you get there
    you get there with your pockets full of marbles
    perambulating over thin ice
              in your new black leather shoes
    you've left the horses tied to a tree
    angular, everything is mathematical, dark sky
    you come to a small island with twelve pianos
    the trees are protecting the pianos
    the multi-colored marbles are ready for music
    floating on a three-dimensional staff
    delicately cantilevered off-axis, the notes
    make the best of equal temperament
    you find the water, the sweet water
    the perfect note in an astringent counterpoint
    it is crystal clear water, melodious
    the logic is deep inside the notes
    floating in vast pools of space
    Bud always said Playing fast is not the same as rushing
    exponentially off-kilter
    each incisive note
    pinpoints
    exactly where you are
    returning to shore
    it is summer now, the horses
    were stolen by the uncle of the brother-in-law
    who runs the music school

    17feb02
    mark weber
     

Thinking about Monk after Hearing Ana Cervantes Play the New Piano is reprinted from Mark Weber chapbook  #53, whose title is THE DAYS ECHO DOWN THE HALLWAY AND DISSOLVE LIKE A SELTZER TABLET …

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Pensando en Monk después de escuchar a Ana Cervantes tocar el nuevo piano se reproduce del poemario #53 de Mark Weber, titulado LOS DÍAS RETUMBAN POR EL PASILLO Y DISUELVEN COMO UNA PASTILLA DE PICOT …

Zerx Press, 725 Van Buren Place SE, Albuquerque, NM 87108, USA

 

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