Conversation With An Idealess Pianist
Consent to it – it coming through,
With It creating endlessly
In rhythms strange
And structures new,
(Like flakes of snow).
Say, “Nothing’s coming out right now.
I’ll wait and see.
Perhaps tomorrow…
Maybe.”
Out of nowhere,
Chord, phrase, quicker hand –
A pianist to ‘beat the band’
(But not for always) just today,
An increase
Until object,
Target, purpose,
Angle shifts
(It goes in phases)
Once again.
Conversation With An Idealess Pianist 1.23.2012
Vaguely About Music; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
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