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Poetry for a Lost Opera - Glenn Greenstein
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Contents
Preface
‘I Swear’
0 True
Accorded for
Accretion and Oil
Add
Aisles
Align
All Graves Seem Shallow
All in All
ALMS
Anthony Bourdain and Us
Anthropomorphic Cork
‘Anti Friends’
Architecture
Ask
Assign
Assist of Trumpets
Aught the Difference
Aum – 0
Balleteers
‘Beers and Rattlers’
Before Holy Men
Bespeak
Binaries, and Turtles
Blues and Golds Accorded For
Booths and Credulity
Bosses with Canes
Breakin’ Odd
Brings
Brought
‘By the Way’
Calling Bronze
Calling Marble
Candid
Cardigan Sweater
Careen
Cares and Wears
Children’s Secrets
Choice Lozenge
Choose
Class Struggle
Coax, Treat and Clappers
Condiments
Constellation Pleiades
Continuality
Cool
Coughed
Count On
Cracking Nuts
Cravers
Credulity
Crowded Molasses
Crumpet
Curved Spaces
Darker by Light
Deal
Decorum
Denials
Don’t Know
Don’t they
Dvorak’s Rusalka
Dyslexia Dichotomous
Edible
Efforts and Suggestions
Employ
Eve
Excuse It
Extravagant moons
‘Fail-safe Tours’
Famished Crowds
Far from June
Farina Tunes
Farther World
Fiefs and Minions
Fine Color of Slate
Flax Forwards
Fleece Sweatshirt
For What It’s Worth
Forsaken Names
Frange Palms
Fred Astaire
Funnels, Mystic Guitar Cords
Further Color
Fuse Availability
Genes and Wings
Gin and Lipstick
Goin’
‘Goo’
Had a Memory
Hands and Forests
Healthy Kind
Healthy Spoons
Heckled
Herman Hess Smoke
Hey Babe
Hi Hdu Plains
Hinges
Hinges 2
Hokey
Holler Street
Holographic Tundra
Horticulture, Nutraceuticals
Human Locations
Humility for Zombies
Humph and Hovers
If I Was Last Man
IMPS
Intermission
Ivory
Jots
Jug-Bots
Jumble
Lands Accorded
Late Renaissance and Euphrates - or Deuteronomy
Late Walking to The Opera
Lead
Lengthy Causes
Letter to A Letter
Linen
Location and Digression
Loom Grace
Luster of Stones
Madness and Stone Faces
Mangos You Can Ask
Mariana Sketch
Marilyn Monroe
Mavens, Caves and Balloons
Mediations
Mere Duck
Metals and Force
Method
Mining/ and / Somebody
Mixed Roots
Mocks and Grins
Modifiers, Formulators
Moniker Tiered
Mortal Contenders and Pirates
Mother Teresa’s a Saint
Muffled Gravity
Names, Specificities
Names Taunts Caution
Nether World
No’ Wonder
Not Friend’
‘Noticed Post Notes’
Novelists and Pretzels
Of Claude Debussy Selection
Of Daisies and Children
(Of Fiefs)
Oldster Movies
Opera Donations
Opposite Walks
Origami Bird
Pacify Us
Parenthetical Purple Dots
Parks, Pelts, Larks
Pear Tree Contrivance
Penguin Songs
Perch
(Hindu) / Phenomenation
Picture Sourced
Platter Coins
‘Poor Note’
Preacher Man and Coke
Quantum, Scars, Early
Qubits Jazz
Quirky Spoons, Deserving Pigeons
Radish
‘Recounts-Ad libs’
Redux Curated
Reeds
Requisites
Resolve
Retail and Rebates
Retainers
Right Lauren
Right Sized
Room with A View
Runny nose and Commas
Sample Angle Sun
Sample
Sandals, Sandy Beaches
Sausage from a Pear
Say Ward
Self and Ambiguity
September Sights
Share of the Corpses
She the Classical Guitarist
Shekels
Shoots and Brutes
Sleuth
Solve my Knowing
Sound from the Perch
Sourced
Spackle
Spits and Laughs
SPOKE and ADDED
‘Stanzas/Dedications/Intros’
Substantiation
Sufi Comportments
Supplant
Supposition
Surpass and Rebates
Suspect Demeanor
Swarm
Tags
Taken
Tampered With/Swank Beauties
Tap
Teal
Temperature, Reels, and Arabesques
Tenders
Tertiary
The Art of Filling
The Laughing Coiffured
The Name of Kiara
There After
Those Silly Notes
Thought Landscapes
Tipping
To Tend To
Tools for Zombies
Toys in the Attic
‘Treats for A Treat’
Trumpian Dystopia
Turkey Tongs
Types
‘Unch’
Unprocessed Processes
Untangled and Carrots
Untitled
Upmost Pizza
‘Venice In Italia’
Virus Kindly Flags
Visions/ and Seas
Voice-Over
Waivers
Walking Man at Early
Walking to The Opera
Warm Rice
Way Before
Wells and Music Fails
While
Wield
Wiffle Ball
Wiz
Wrangling
Writ Days
You Had a Memory
‘You’
Preface
A LITTLE SOMETHING ABOUT MYSELF: I HAD A PRIOR JOB
IN A MEDICAL RELATED FIELD. – A DECADE AGO. I LIKED THE JOB BUT I DISLIKED SOME
OF MY BOSSES, ESPECIALLY THE ONE RIGHT ABOVE ME,
‘HE‘.. WALKED WITH A CANES, TOO FAT, 4 WIVES, OR MORE, 9 KIDS APPROX.
AND HE NEEDED A PROMOTION.
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! MORE WORK, WHAT A BITCH!
I LEFT EARLY BUT I SHOULD HAVE STAYED… Mistake Armageddon.
_______________
I’VE ALWAYS LIKED OPERA, BUT IT GOT TOO EXPENSIVE, PLUS
I DEVELOPED A FEAR OF HEIGHTS AFTER MY SISTER DIED, SO CAN’T SIT
IN THE HIGH ’CHEAP’ SEATS, EVEN IF I WANTED TO.
IT IS PITIFUL PRICES HAVE TO BE SO EXPENSIVE, -FOR WHAT?
(FOR RICH SINGERS, OPERA-HEADS I GUESS?)
GUESS THE IT’S THE SAME WITH SPORT TICKETS, INFLATION OF PRICES
HURTS EVERYONE BUT THE WEALTHY -
THAT’S CAPITALISM IN THE YEAR 2021 ETC.
_______________
LIFE IS NOT FAIR THEY SAY, OF COURSE DEPENDING ON WHO YOU TALK TO
AND ABOUT WHAT. (SORRY ABOUT THAT CLICHÉ.)
OPERA IS SOMETHING ONE REALLY HAS TO GO TO, NOT JUST HEAR -
ANY WAY I HAD A DREAM AT AGE 22 OR SO, AFTER I READ THE NOVEL ULYSSYES,
THAT AN OPERA OF POEMS WOULD BE A CHALLNGE, EVEN BEFORE
I KNEW WHAT AN OPERA REALLY WAS… SO I USED SIMILAR TITLE HERE.
_______________
I WRITE SOME ABOUT RELIGION, RELIGION IN SPECIFITY COMES WITH BAGGAGE/
A NUMBER OF POSSIBLE LIMITATIONS. – DOGMA, POWER POLITICS, DIVISIVENESS ETC.
BUT IT HAS SOME POSITIVES, AS A SOCIAL ENDEAVOR TO MEET FRIENDS, ‘APPLYING’
ONESELF TO A DIFFERENT PATH IF ‘WARRANTED.’
___ I’D LIKE TO THINK EACH OF US HAS A SOUL,
THAT WE CAN TURN TO, ‘HEAR’, - IF YOU CALL THAT HEARING.
I AM OLDER THAN 50 YEARS,
THAT’S ALL I’LL SAY ABOUT THAT, MY AGE NOW HAS LITTLE BEARING ON THIS
BOOK I WOULD LIKE TO BELIEVE -
I THOUGHT THAT AT SOME JUNCTURE I MIGHT TRY TO WRITE SOME TYPE
OF POEM MANUSCRIPT, IF I COULD DO IT ‘SOMEHOW’ IN THE VAGUE
MEANING OF THAT TERM. SOME OF THE POEMS IN THE BOOK ARE
RELATED TO OPERA, MANY ARE NOT DIRECTLY.
I HOPE SOME HAVE A SIMILAR SOUNDING.
MY ’BEST’ FRIEND DIED 8 MONTHS AGO ABOUT, NOW I ‘M REALLY ALONE,
YOU NEVER GET USED TO THAT AT ANY POINT.
I DID THE BEST I COULD WITH THIS ‘BOOK’.
- I’M NOT SURE POETRY IS READ MUCH ANYMORE, AND I DOUBT
WHAT I TRIED TO WRITE WILL BE… BUT
IT IS STRANGE HOW WE ‘ACCUMULATE’ CERTAIN THINGS OVER TIME.
I DO INDOOR SWIMMING NEAR ME, AND JOGGING OUTSIDE
MOST ALL YEAR AROUND. BUT SADLY THE INDOOR POOL I GO TO IS
NOT OPEN NOW
WITH THIS ‘VIRUS HANGING’ AROUND -
MAKES THE ‘GOING’ AND THE DOING MUCH HARDER.
_______________
I APPRECIATE IF YOU’D TRY THE BOOK,
YOU NEVER KNOW IF THERE’S A POEM YOU MIGHT ENJOY -
LIFE WON’T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE I GUESS.
THERE ARE THINGS NO ONE CAN TAKE AWAY INSIDE OURSELVES
BUT FEW PEOPLE WILL REALLY CARE IN THIS WORLD I’VE LEARNED,
- I’M WAS A SLOW LEARNER. - THANKS,
BE THE BEST
YOU CAN BE!
(YES, I’VE SAID TOO MUCH, AS THE SONG GOES!)
(- IF YOUR INTERESTED IN TALKING TO ME, ABOUT MY BOOK
OR ANYTHING REALLY, YOU COULD GET CONTACT INFO
FROM XLIBRIS PUBLISHING I WOULD GUESS… OR BELOW.)
THANKS,
GLENN I. GREENSTEIN
GLENNGREENSTEIN@AOL.COM
5164421492
I DEDICATE THIS MANUSCRIPT TO MY SISTER,
WHO PASSED,
SHARON GREENSTEIN
‘I Swear’
I swear some women on waking up
Have hair atop the head resembling claustrophobic jell
Or strange forest Druids.
Prophetic ‘creatures’ mediating between the trees
And Celtic Gods of Gaul.
Future assimilates land wherever
The next second accrues.
Not nearly the least art
To decorate a Druid woman.
Lengthy dresses and mystic coalition.
Not the worst to have friends, and enemies.
At least to know you did something right
Or wrong! – And even the wrong enemies likely right.
Rembrandt’s portraits of flaky
Old men with creaky toes, beggars practiced
With their lot, emotionless gold-trimmed noblemen.
But ‘enemies’ usually never acknowledge
Their teeth puss and
Nasty fluids.
0 True
In a pure heart I’d
Make you come to this time, without proving!
I‘ll caress your wonder mouth to find
- Yes, arrive pout care unerring
And loudly shout presence. - I’ll revive a poet’s hands
Or recompense those Lords - O love
Sustenance of all phenomena strivings will you
Wear dress float maul of colors?
And coalesce of spring added.
True heart lurks inbound
Tells the mind what it must do!
Rather than could or should.
Coalesce O true heart, the mind waits for
Your sign of abundant tales to rival. O love
Sustenance of all nature’s thriving -
Give me an approximation of this stretch
Of vast maturations.
And rote start of spring
O love, 0 heart given away –
There is nothing more to survive, to let
Blind the eyes. Do not spare me
Indolent crime of heart reservation, if weakness
Overtakes striving, if blocks of time initiate mortal
Closure -
I’ve already rummaged through that and
Marked the spaces of
Utter frankness.
Accorded for
I had the strangest thought
That I was someone else, that I as me
Could put pen to paper
To words,
That might make sense in a roundabout way.
That when the journey ends, and all light
Falls away, fiery fire succumbs and torments
Can’t sigh, places misshapen those that
Appear to stay as they are, whiskey bourbon and
Injustice away from excuses ordinary
life would inject!) – and whose prey
Don’t deny they are prey at surmise, or earlier sunrises,
Or cauldron.
Will Say love was true and bested all commanders,
Almost as lips and mouth are blended, and if bridge
To nowhere could buy us time, and I
Could close out the rest … mm I had
The strangest Feeling, I as me was not I.
Accretion and Oil
Wicks of oil –
Humans we have the rituals, ancestral bonfire
Of memories. Maximalist sequesters of prayer, holiest
Of holy severest religions taunt the chicken-coup
Flesh.
Self-flagellations
Praise be all-told the summoning attritions, vanquished
Fornication, Islamist Jihad to the Western noisy
Guttural pleasure troves.
Then the godly Islam worshipers trample each other,
Some type of noise– Sudden bang noise
Thought they heard shot guns -
Panic shoving bodies underneath the narrow bridge
Ahead awaits the comely gold Imam worship shrine -
Kill for the killing alms, lamentations to their Saint, rejoice the
Future heavenly Virgins prize the mad rush to trample
It’s the holy month salvage all-for-non panic.
No time
To pick up the lifeless already succumbed and
Left for dead. Plenty of bridge shovels after dusk.
To all pretenders to their faith, contenders to their God.
Potent ‘revelation- killings’, a disciple’s martyr reward,
One deceit of flesh
And blood for another… O Allah We robed in sumptuous fabric
Pray hear us we avenge the savage (Looter), kefir
Infidel. O whipping fury sublime!
The longitude and latitude
Depend solely on us facing East or West.
The plucky western atheists dye their hair, foster wigs,
No barber needed.
Repeat and adhere
To those who will listen reassured, grovel
Boundless Intellect itineraries secure to plumb
The locus of our brain. We’re on candid camera
The stooge and scholars dig in history is ours
To keep fantasize history lost.
No need to ache country music, that’s
Easy to bounce, fumigate and dislike, harder
Fake curry
And dancing
Shrimp.
Add
Am writing a poem,
Not finished but it is too long!
The poem is hopeless, imperfect -
Awkward with no cornerstone to touch -
Cannot appeal to words nor halfway abuse any silence compelled-
One hallway lasts providential, couple of doors are stolen or sealed.
Not this one, not shredded
In the till, but still got to finish one broad stroke
Of some paltry Intelligence served …
Rather have a Poem not titled than
Handed approved picture on Chiseled money - keep
It away from being
Shredded in the till!
I guess it worked out, there
Must be some sense in the senseless.)
To understand this is another poem –
Shorter, transposed, here to embellished reader?
Tried not to anticipate myself from mural past,
Irregular masculine pirouette encounter-
Spirits of history are sturdy, they confront learning
Wisdom
They share the appropriate work, do not care
If it works out!
At least not gambling … not a closed position.
Got to indoor swim now, the pool’s going to illuminate
Flat waters flattering – if nobody but me disturbs.
Grab the towel quick, lock the locker -
Coffee, and buttered roll the best
Elixir for the hopeless, and empty corridor respite
For the tense - - already a cleanse for the
Mind, but why brag about the senseless.
Aisles
The child wakes at night.
He is lonely to return
To the stars
Whence he came.
The child’s mirth is deep,
But how the sadness leaps
Just behind the wonder
From junctures unknown
To him, nor nature.
Crevice in his mind jagged-
The words accumulate the senses
Seep like trickle of rainwaters
In and out of time,
To wear away comfort of knowledge.
To become the child
The poet stays in the child that is-
He looks up with a child’s face
And counts the stars that blink, and thinks
They are what he might die to.
He looks up in a child’s place
Licks the salt on his lips, and dreams
The sea to sleep.
He selects the night’s fragrance when
Love counts the child’s pain
That the summer clouds trace
And disappear to.
Align
Hoops for the gadfly, the consternated Opinion
Amuser. All the best deceivers mock the deceiver.
But your ashes are my ashes, your
Lifting pain, my lifted pain! -Form exacts form,
Fine facial bones insist the stealthy- grueling
Despot mangle. – Body-donned pleasantries to conquer,
Mind writes ahead, then heeds nothing but rest.
One can always be over-dressed, under-dressed
If ‘culture’ has some bearing.
A beggar’s heart juggled by the moon, seared
By the sun. What can offend the crafty dancer?
Love me, love my eyes, the lion
Braids its chrome to roar. Death a charismatic corpse
For the slavers! - - blood, nothing exhausted by
Rival trays. Without horns, we give them a pass.
Why the menstrual flaking earth pretends!
Kiss the kiss that never ends, the charismatic seas intrude,
Break over us. - sloppy lovers are undemanding.
- Kind breasts for heaving the good fevers, boast.
- The deserted castle bays. Irking, the piano down the hall
Resumes to falter!
Same absorbed hour, different day, same days
Up and down the exploitive keys- stop!
- This piano idiopathic, choking in a lazy noose.
- Reluctant abuse extended discipline her fingers!
- Debussy’s coffin aborted by those awkward, coherent sufferings
Of music absorbed. Requisite interruptions down the hall!
Torpor comes in all shapes and sizes.
Betrayers nonchalant never concede.
All Graves Seem Shallow
All graves seem shallow
Easy to touch and bruise.
Beneath the window shade all can occur.
The next mist will hold the drops of
Skies and bays. Like the people I knew
Now gone or far afield as fields can be,
Alas incomplete spirits too early to dangle -
What haplessly regress back to complete regression.
Without glasses my eyes are a puzzle,
Similar to being cross-eyed or being bilingual.
I forgot my Spanish, French more ear-native, less
Exotic less tiers to follow.
French language speeded-up compares a quick stutter,
Spanish always seems lovesick- or asking for a pardon.
All French food prepared (they) thick with butter -
Is that another
Lazy deranged rumor? O’ Marseilles.
Either way myopic needs a rudder, a
Near harbor I can bicycle along to jump from.
But I never
Jumped, so far- but did from welcoming canal twice,
A short dive into pleasance, bubbles upholstery.
Wish I
Could have time alone, without time.
I know it’s there when love ones yield
Invisible presence
Passing through- still known to My known.
Sea comparisons get bogged down with epiphanies.
____________
Lots of seas in poems to tread. What
The hell a duck floating away like that, barely
Skimming the water like that-
Maybe he’ll make eye-contact if I wait long enough?
Well-satisfied proud head, must have had a decent meal
God-bless those gobs of feathers. Doesn’t bother
With granite custom finery
Replenished to breath in, to live in. Doesn’t
Need jelly-roll appetites to accent the bread.
We never ever garner thieves
To ourselves …
Then we exercise them dutifully
Which one will
Hide from yourself?
Sheikh with harems deploy
Nature’s call to basic appetites.
(An ox with horns makes less of a ruckus).
Pedophiles know no master, nor gender of entrails.
Lusting priests, political hacks tow of sculpture norms
Hacked far afield
Lavish the juicy steak with juices …
They outnumber any petri dish particulars.
Many dignitaries have all been spoken for
Camel hoofs and chariots turn dust into glory.
All graves seem shallow.
All in All
The Higgs boson giving mass to atomic particles
In vacuum fields, a wave function basis of creation.
Wave Vibration leads mass to vibration.
DNA in saliva not uniform primitivity nor conscious selectivity
No autopsy instrument needed. The primitive tusked-
Mammoth had its place.
Tyrant-Despots grab more than their share
Of ethnicity and race.
Red and grey the romantic rudiments.
Allie you look Spanish, perhaps I can hold your hand.
Your hand looks bigger than mine. - It’s okay
Could still be a lock-and-fit. I have branches
Breaking from my spine, they stay for now.
Best have life’s experience before
Poetry can write your name.)
Fear at the markers posture,
Dogs lift their paws in affection, don’t require pacts
Nor treaties. Scottish Border Collies run trails
Generally faster. All of ilk and kind try to match.
The first sentence should be fearless and sanguine,
A poem’s work is fine when appended upon the limbs.
What say insanity, devised with a cherry on top.
Insanity has perfection, the earth can be torched.
Free-will awards fate its prizes! Balanced on fulcrum.
Sophistry a mode of useless masturbation repeated.
______________
Culture striving
For quotes of the living
Or copies of copies and asterisk prompted.
Darwinism whiplash the deserved evolution’s master
Function anticipates function, except when it does not!
Dinosaurs did not dissolve at evolution’s roster-
Each intellectual boaster of self-worth-
Evolution survived as physical minutia-
Imprinted fossil species engorged to a foreign impulse
Chimps from holler monkeys to bonobos
To man whatever you want from
Whoever you want – the great shake-down!)
Isotropic delectable collectables, tubes down
The throat won’t go away on a bad day.
Antiques close-down the heart, curiosities dominate
The price,
The parenthesis implemented.
The long-bearded fellow constantly admires
In the mirror without any scissors.
I guess I Was serious. The opera interlude can begin
Now
With the fabled dancers dancing. The Divine
Sculptor never fails to emerge. Montesquieu
Had his barbs, Hindu in-turn ideals of the
Thousand deities approached for. Flame and shadow
Flickering, history already conforming contours.
______________
The hundred thousand
Million theories to differently appraise history’s
Shifts
Possible to inaccurately plagiarize
Kindness when kind, institutions walked into
Or out of, corrupted to corrupt on original terms.
We can only suspect all is well when it isn’t
For the many or few.
The bicycle tires screech,
The fatter ones motor, louder.
The chakras’ energy dissipates if halted quickly
There is no such thing as an educated spine.
I know who I dislike, not
Immune, that’s not the worst after-all.
I’ll walk away, away to the distance.
Love has a vain vernacular, a promising stash
Bundled In the distance. The face droops,
The body sags, the next moment is lost.
The small and great perverted.
History conforms.
Art formalizes the informal.