Rhapsodizing Confusion 2012

Rhapsodizing Confusion


He sits there rhapsodizing,

Music going

On and on,

Theme scarcely clear.

What he needs in an arrangement,

Inner order,

Something to hang on to,

An internal girder, welder, builder,

Candor, some reminder to bind

A to b to c to d and finally to z:

An end and means to send it,

End it.


Is it rhapsody, improvisation?

His seems like bewilderment and misperception

Fueled by laidback lack of fire

Fused by movement going nowhere.

He thinks he was Socrates,

Calls it jazz.

We drown in his repose.

I think if I were in his clothes

I’d agonize, I’d make some noise.

No, he keeps on and on,

Just playing, rhapsodizing

In confusion.


Rhapsodizing Confusion 8.14.2012

Vaguely About Music II;

Arlene Corwin



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