We had dinner this evening with a great friend of ours, Va. Good food, good company. What's not to like - as the saying goes. At the end of the meal, we stepped outside for some moon-watching, on this eve when the moon appears larger than usual.
Va reads my blog and noted my fondness for the cello. This evening she brought with her a CD of improvisations on the cello as inspired by the Tao Te Ching. We listened to it when we arrived back home - you would swear, were you one to swear, there was a cello, cellist included, in the living room. The CD is wonderful.
The 14th track had/has a repeated phrase that caught my ear - and, clearly, started wheels turning.
When they'd finished, the following presented itself:
A voice cries...
What is this place?
Where is this place?
I strike the doors
the walls
Nothing yields,
I've never seen this place.
Why am I here?
Someone tell me!
Won't someone tell me?
Another voice cries...
I've always been here.
Never able to leave.
I strike the doors
the walls
Nothing yields.
I've never been elsewhere.
Why cannot I leave?
Someone tell me!
Won't someone tell me?
Both voices - mine.
I like the cello too - I'll have to check this one out - I also like David Darling - I have his album - Dark Wood. http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Wood/dp/B000V6U7BU/ref=ntt_mus_dp_dpt_2
ReplyDeleteThanks for the link to another of Mr. Darling's albums. I'll have to check it out.
DeleteEnjoy the cello music - the improvisations are very, very good.
I tried to see the super moon last night but we have so many trees around us I had very little luck -- mere glimpses.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. I'm trying to wrap my head around how cello music would inspire it. The poem seems full of angst, not something I usually associate with the cello. But then one can never tell where the muse may lead them.
~jon
We got some good views of the moon, Jon. I'd need a better camera to make anything of photographing it, though.
DeleteI've no idea where the poem came from. It certainly wasn't "in tune" with the track I was listening to - but the repeated musical phrase caught my ear.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
That is a wonderful poem...and disturbing...which makes it awesome. :) From the short clip of #14, I can see how it arose.
ReplyDeleteBeing a Taoist myself, I was more than a little fascinated by the track names on the CD. The clips were all beautiful.
Living in flat Florida, in the midst of a concrete jungle, I never see the moon until it is well up in the sky. My next house will have to give me the opportunity to see moon and sun rising or I shall not be happy.
According to the liner notes, the names of the tracks were chosen after all the improvisations were recorded - and without reference to the music.
DeleteAnd they just fit. Life can be like that, sometimes.
I took a photo of that super moon, it's on my fb page. I think the cello has a haunting quality to it, it captures you and wraps you up in its mood, takes you away on a wave of deep notes that resonate through one's very being. ^_^ I wish when I son was in his school orchestra all those years ago, it was the cello he was learning instead of the trombone ^__^
ReplyDeleteI saw your photo, Helen. Terrific.
DeleteAnd yes, the cello's sound can be haunting - in the right hands. The trombone, well...perhaps that's a little harder on the ears. :)
I love to listen to Cello.
ReplyDeleteMust hear this.
You will enjoy it, I suspect. Thanks for stopping by.
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