Crying Over Callas
Your voice, expressing the highs and lows
the limits of human pleasure and pain
in this our earthly existence
Your voice, rich and vibrant, warm, nuanced,
screechy in the modern medium of compact disc
I grieve for those who know you only through that medium
I grieve for myself, never hearing you sing in person
Your voice always makes me cry.
Joy and loss in full measure, telescoped together,
floating forth from vinyl
Sagan could have sent you alone on Voyager
sole and complete expression
of humanity’s gifts and sorrows
My body knows first, before my brain.
Is that Callas singing?
If I’m crying, it is she.
Please check out my special favorites: #2 at 10:50 – Carmen, Act I, Scene 5: “L’amour est un oiseau rebelle” (Bizet); and #9 at 41:17 – Orfeo ed Euridice, Act III, Scene 1: “J’ai perdu mon Eurydice” (Gluck)
Posted in Art, music, opera, Poems, solar system
Tagged Carmen, Christoph Gluck, George Bizet, Maria Callas, opera, Orfeo ed Euridice, Voyager spacecraft
Two days ago a pick-up truck was parked in the neighborhood with this message in its back window:
You have no choice. You MUST move forward.
I viewed this with some surprise and a bit of foreboding. Was this a pre-election communication? Apparently so. I looked for the magical truck today to take a picture, but it was gone. Nevertheless, I have taken its instruction to heart.
A poet weary of words is an anomaly. For the future, I intend to move forward with hope and a positive attitude. For my part, that means doing my best to model, on a personal level, the attitude and behavior I want to see on a community and national political level: inclusiveness, respectfulness, and open-mindedness.
So be it.