(Vermeer, "Young Woman Seated at a Virginal.")
Today I was able to spend the morning tuning out my usual routine of morning news while reading the paper and listened to the "English Patient" soundtrack, one of my favorites and then later had the film “Amadeus” on in the background. This is actually one of the first movie-going experiences I remember ever attending in person, in 1984. I went with my mom and Nana and I think one or two other relatives or ladies included in Nana’s lunch group. But I remember it vividly because it was such a stunningly beautiful movie, especially to listen to and it was the first time I had ever seen a dead body on screen—rather than having the celebrated burial Mozart probably deserved, he died in near financial ruin and had a pauper’s burial in real life—and even in this fictional film his dead body was simply emptied from a box into the freshly dug grave. For a seven year old this was pretty cool stuff.
Today’s two poems celebrate my deep appreciation for the artists of long ago, Mozart himself and Vermeer, written after viewing an exhibit of his paintings at the Smithsonian Gallery here in D.C.
Mozart
By Nicole Speulda
From the tempests of your ears
you give others peace of mind.
Is one’s punishment
another’s pleasure?
An earthquake production
of notes shifting terrain
meaning fossilized
in the amber of your hands.
Vermeer
By Nicole Speulda
Painting lateen sails white
and sea-foam gray,
a sameness in difference:
wind ripplets calm and fade
then all your angles make haste,
for the harbor, an arid canvass,
and while the pattern is left to dry
those outbound ships desist,
hault the expedition and resist
the upturned wrist, carefully mapped trip,
maybe they frame a return to the bay.
1 comment:
I never had to take piano lessons, but I am everlastingly grateful to my parents for exposing me to classical music, especially opera, while I was a child. I didn't get opera for a long time, but at least the way had been prepared and now it's one of my greatest pleasures.
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