I am listening to a CBC radio podcast from the Ideas program called 9 Minutes that Changed the World. In it the work of Claude Debussy is analyzed and posited as the beginning of the 20th century. The hypothesis is that the music that went before was ordered and structured and technical. With Debussy, music bursts boundaries and flouts technical rules for composition. This musical revolution leads the vanguard of a new western world where rule breaking or perhaps more accurately thinking outside the box, ignoring old rules is the rule. Debussy is sometimes called a musical impressionist where music creates mystical impressions in the manner of Turner’s paintings. Poetry is mentioned in passing, but I would guess the Beats of the 1950s at least, but free verse for sure are included. All this is then at least 60-70 years old for words but actually dates back to Symbolism in late 1850s France. So…. my poetry is out of date. My playing with integrating words, images both moving & still and music in single word paintings is merely a re-arrangement of old standards. Not that this realization will stop me…..
I may have posted this before, but I came across it while tidying up files….
thoughts broken played
time swirled choking and mordant
empty and filled
until he lay exhausted
staring blind and despondent
i painted green leaves on a tree in my yard
they grew on a tree that was savagely cut
naked it was as it seemed to stand dying
but sun and rain and kind words
sent it growing
I rewrote part of this as the first version bothered me somehow….
he did dance at her command
light flashed on his body
he leaped and shouted
legs flailing and arms waving
she smiled to see