Pollock on canvas 32

ALPHA

Art is a principle

                   for how many centuries has

        it sung,

                     give me your spirit free

              of bottled rites

but when relativity takes over        

you must

                            give me your education without

                                                        your encumbrances

accept the discreteness of energy

              throw off the fetters of footnotes

                           the clutter of

                                             ceaseless citations

                                                      confetti-ing

                                                               from the sky

like a wave-particle duality of light and matter

BETA

                [molto sostenuto].

Refer me to references risky

                 —reach beyond rust

enjoy the Mad Hatter's quantum tunneling

                           fear not the upturned nose that

                                     plays hide and seek

   around bends in the road

seek the Heisenberg uncertainty principle 

                the ken of tomorrow shall

       wisk it away like a

                              Wwwisssp

               in a writer's winter wind

Max Planck shall whisper the spin of a particle . . .

—advance advantages by

bREAKING tHE

      rULES

you have followed with

    "elegance."

 Ssssplit stanzas in sixensss when

         yYou read me a KcKcKcKollage

  dDesigned by Mark Lowe,

Re-paint me an imagiodei

Ippolitov-Ivanov spatuled; then

         wipe your knife clean on

  vested  authorities

memorize poets the critics

       can't quote...

GAMMA

 The poetry reading

                           [tempo rubato]

i WAS sITTING AT A rEADING AT l            [brass]

               lONDON uNIVERsITY

 IT wASn'T REALLY lONDON uNIVERsITY

              i lIED aBOUT tHAT bECAME i DON'

     T wANT ANYONE TO KNOW wHERE

IT was.

tHIS BEAST fLEW BY AND i THOuGHt iT

            wAs A beat LIKE A rock sTar MIGHt

tOSS oFF HIS cROWD

           iT wAS A cREATURE iN a French horn

Like the sun going down It         

                                             [flutes]

                                                      SanG tO mEEEEE:

it said, Just that Gamma!

                                               Imagine my surprise

                           The nerve of some creatures!

the nerve

DELTA

then Doctor Borodin mixed Mussorgsky with Rimsky-Korsakoff

in a glass beaker no less

a little lemon juice . . . a little lime . . .  some ripe tomato

a bit of thyme . . . and fashioned

Pollock paint

yes, Pollock paint, for Heaven's sake!

not to be outdone

Paul Amrod's Symphony #11

came to life . . . grabbed a wide brush . . .

and with a hush painted . . .

which . . . as any architect will tell you

simply mirrors

ballonné, pas and arabesque

["Yes, of course, I get it," said Susanne Langer.] (she would)

LAMBDA

[strings pizzicato]

           a Lion wings backward in that wind,

fLying against archetypes,

mMane sailing red in reverse,

         aFlame with resistance,

inversions incandescent,

eNcountering hIGHheirarchical

a i  r   s   . . .

ReacH Up

reACH uP

[antiphonal]

   cATCh A CuB GOiNG BY

          CatcH a bunnie . . .

 [echo]

         touch a tender tuft of downy fluff

 tOuCh a tENdER TuFt oF dOWNY FFFLL UHHH     [snare drum]

[timpani - diaphonic bombardon: subcontraoctave]  hold to fade . . .

Copyright 2005 Chauncey Rabbit