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Sunday, March 25, 2012

LYRICAL ADAGIO IN G MINOR [CLASSICAL SHIT] POETRY AND MUSIC SERIES



LYRICAL ADAGIO IN G MINOR [CLASSICAL SHIT] POETRY AND MUSIC SERIES


I LOVE CLASSICAL MUSIC. I PLAYED THE TUBA UNTIL I LEFT SCHOOL. THE FIRST YEAR THAT I PLAYED I WAS SO SHORT THAT I HAD TO SIT ON BOOKS TO REACH THE MOUTHPIECE. [THAT WAS SOME FUNNY SHIT IN REMEMBRANCE] I WAS THE VERY LAST CHAIR. OVER THE SUMMER I TOOK LESSONS AT FSU AND GOT BETTER THE NEXT YEAR I HAD GROWN IN STATURE AND ALSO IN MUSICAL KNOWLEDGE AND I WAS MOVED TO FIRST CHAIR AND SECTION LEADER. MY FAVORITE SONG WAS AN OVERTURE BY Franz Xaver Schnyder von Wartensee - Ouverture in C-minor

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQS5GoiIRgk





SO THIS POEM GOES OUT TO MR HEINZ MY FIRST BAND DIRECTOR. I WAS NEVER BLACK IN HIS EYES. I WAS HIS TUBA PLAYER. THANKS MR HEINZ. 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMbvcp480Y4





I WAS BUT A SEED IN AN ANCESTOR IN A VILLAGE IN AFRICA...

WHEN WE FOUGHT A WAR...

AND LOVED A WOMAN...

WE DIED AND OUR LIVES WERE CONTINUED...

IN A BOY WHO GREW TO BE A MAN...

WE PLANTED CORN...

IN A FIELD WHERE WE FED OUR FAMILY...

WE CRIED WHEN OUR WIFE DIED...

ELOQUENT BEATS FROM A DRUM...

IN I AND MY ANCESTORS HAND...

I WAS BUT FRUIT IN THE WOMBS OF SO MANY MOTHERS...

BIRTH AROUND THE WORLD IN SUCH DIFFERENT TIMES...

A TRAVELER ENVELOPED IN PODS OF FLESH...

THE SEED OF AN ANCESTOR I PASSED TO MY SON...

AND HE PASSED IT TO HIS SON...

A FUTURE TO BEHOLD. 

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