For The Twentieth Century

Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand
Technologies of ecstasy

Boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water
Rises without boundaries,

I push the PLAY button:-

…Callas, Laurel & Hardy, Szigeti

You are alive again,-

The slow movement of K.218
Once again no longer

Bland, merely pretty, nearly
Banal, as it is

In all but Szigeti’s hands

Therefore you and I and Mozart
Must thank the Twentieth Century, for

It made you pattern, form
Whose infinite

Repeatability within matter
Defies matter-

Malibran. Henry Irving. The young
Joachim. They are lost, a mountain of

Newspaper clippings, become words
Not their own words. The art of the performer.

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For The Twentieth Century