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  • Numeno
  • Misc
  • Fossils
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  • Ekstasis (WT)

    • Individual shorter works

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    2020-11-06

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    To hear you speaking +Is to lose oneself in song: +Your words are drumbeats. + The rain on the grass provides + A soft accompaniment. + +Restless nights arise +And I must pace to meet them: +I can’t help but move. + Fingers tracing perfect arcs, + I walk backwards into dreams. + +I bow before you. +Your luster leaves me breathless, +Yet I risk a glance. + Who gave you leave to thrill me? + Who gave the birds flight and song?
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    Pale she — 2020-11-15

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    The eye turns inward, +vision dims and movement stills — +winter has claimed her. + +Thoughts like leaves fall slow, +hesitate, drift, rustle, sigh. +Frost-rimed remnants rot. + +Some paler she asks:
    +do you see the sky through me? +Do I shake in gusts? + +That pale she lacks words. +She does not speak, cannot speak +without the wind’s hum. + +Still she asks, all breath, +am I invisible yet? +Does snow blend with sky? + +Her breath is gone now. +Dark branches write on the clouds: +Summer is a dream. + +Paler still, she cracks. +Dreams, also, of ax and fire, +false springs to thaw hands. + +Silent now, demands: +there must be an end, there must be. +Spring and life, or fire. + +No one answers her. +She stands stark against flat skies, +frost claims bark, claims wood. + +Darkness comes, sight black. +Sleep for now, sleep forever, +midwinter cares not. + +Neither does coarse bark. +How could sweet wood think of whens? +Of thaws and green things? + +The sun may promise: +Melting snow will feed your roots, +Seasons imply change. + +She’s not listening. +Pale she does not believe him: +Brother sun’s too quick. + +Brother sun tells time, +and pale she has no more need +for hours with seasons. + +Brother sun’s movements +are breaths: cycles far too short +when spring is a dream. + +Sister moon speaks up: +follow me, set time by me — +my months are guideposts. + +Pale she can but sleep. +She cares not now if she wakes. +Endless winter calms. + +She welcomes the cold. +Water, crystallized, freezes; +cells lyse, dye in droves. + +If spring never comes, +pale she supposes, that’s fine. +In winter, she’ll dream. + +She’ll dream, or she won’t. +Fatalism waxes fast, +cold claims her heartwood. + +No one perceives her. +She becomes mere terrain. +Sleeps, and does not wake. + +Would she wake for saws? +For axes with keen-edged blades? +Would she even care? + +And still the sun sets. +And still the moon waxes, wanes. +And still seasons change. + +Should pale she not wake, +so be it, her mute demise. +Cut her down, cord her. + +A new life in fire, +for even life must winter. +Pale she born anew.
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    Zk | improv-vs-composing

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    On how people expect composers work when they don’t know anything about it.

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    Another stab at writing a novel in sonata form.

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