View Blog    series the tones of useless talk on such a day as this   come without pardon thru fibrous hardboard walls clanging bulbous lacquer at all angles   better the man with a skin complaint who 'rose early to avoid stares & startled me She stood terrified   a pin piercing the edge of her eye & the bearers ran forward   waving emasculated fingers calloused by abuse   stepping foot high over the hot earth I saw a primordial figure with bright shell eyes   set in sallow wood it's arms hung one dangling around   the buckle in the abdomen fingers at the fountainhead she lay facing out the window of an antique shop   & a young man stopped to watch her move as she lettered   'hop it,' she said, crossing her legs the major's wife said   'I have a hooked nose side on' & flapped her breasts about for picture taking   the water wheel still turns tho' long since disconnected little girl swinging on a plate glass door   stubbornly involved so that my amused eyes   were not answered     Posted by jlindsaysmith39 on 2007-07-26 04:15:51 | Rating: | Views: 108     Email This to a Friend Friend's Email *    Friend's Name*    Your Name*    Security code*    Refresh Image                 Print This Blog Post     Bookmark: Delicious  Digg  Reddit  Facebook  StumbleUpon    Permalink:      Blog Comments    'Series' grew from things that I observed in 1967 when I was composing this poem. Things that struck me as vivid & memorable I put down on paper like word sketches. Mussorgsky's 'Pictures at an Exhibition' comes to mind as the model. He wrote that score after going to the opening of an exhibition of paintings at an art gallery. He even wrote 'promenade, for leisurely walking from one painting to the next. Mussorgsky wrote his original piece for piano & Ravel orchestrated the version that is played at concerts. I also wanted to convey what I had observed from a young age that people often miss what is going on. People talk a lot but often do not really say anything much. They are lost in a waking nightmare. In fact a lot of what is said unless it is important to you the listener is in fact background noise, sometimes distracting & annoying. The little girl in the final illustration swinging on the door is in her own world. She is paying attention completely to what she is doing. She is living in the moment, 'stubbornly involved.' Posted by  jlindsaysmith39  on 2007-08-05 01:58:59  Would you like to comment?     (Maximum characters: 5000)     You have characters left.      Security code:                                                     Refresh Image

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