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| Philip Glass - cut from the cover of his album music in twelve parts |
and, at the
end, probably multiple e’s, like this:
Phillippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Glass I
would leave unchanged.
For who
better than you understands optics,
in the
sense of how to look at things?
Who better breaks boundaries,
like the one of music becoming poetry,
memory, moments we never ever lived?
Glass breaks.
Who better breaks boundaries,
like the one of music becoming poetry,
memory, moments we never ever lived?
Glass breaks.
Compositor,
they say?
Translator!
Sound-mapper!
Dream-inducer!
Soul-scavenger!
Minimalist?
You, who maximize
the sensitivity
of our ear-drums?
Maximalist!
Fulfillist!
Extra Perception, extra Levity.
One exact month after each New Year's eve,
we should celebrate a New Ear's eve.
Multiplelist.
Hence the
extra l, the extra p,
those many e’s, these ecstatic a’s.
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