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excerpt from Beyond Understanding
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Today I imagined
the heavenly firmament
as a cache of infinite musical notes.
Suspended in a kind of random fashion,
I was given an idea to view the heavens
through a large transparency etched
with the lines of a musical staff
Holding the sheet up against the sky,
I was perfectly beguiled when the stars
became notes stacked in harmonies
of minor fifths and sevenths
Majestic chords appeared
before me,
and a wash of minuet and
motet mysteriously blossomed
in a supernal opus flowing forward
I could see,
aggrandized with tercets and triads,
grand compositions gracing the
musical staff in random fashion
Was it possible that a glorious
enlightenment of astrophysical symphonies
were suspended in space that,
when interpreted,
could unlock mysteries,
and open distant portals to
places never before seen or heard?
Was this the music of the third heaven?
Was it possible
that healing balms could be
produced from these inventions
that were capable of soothing broken hearts,
and changing the ego-centric panoramas of arrogant humanity?
Entranced now in sheer loftiness,
and with a (temporary) gift of heightened auditory acuity,
I moved the transparency
across the sky
and listened,
enthralled,
as Centaurus
became a cantus firmus,
and Leo Minor a seraphic capriccio.
Moving to the north, the Corona Borealis
played out as a madrigal of the sweetest simplicity,
while Leo Major roared in perpetuum mobile.
Moving collectively together, in contrapuntal base,
the Gemini Twins danced in an exoticism of far off lands,
while Cassiopeia became an oratorio of genteel luster.
With the grandeur of a Turkish Sultan,
Pegasus celebrated with
a lively blending of
double-reed instruments,
triangles,
bass drums,
cymbals,
bell-trees
and trumpets.
In bel canto
Andromeda sang in purity,
whilst Picis Austrinus became
a chaste passacaglia
And with
every movement
of the transparency
another motif of
harmonic brilliance
spilled forth in this
profoundly majestic mingling
of glimmering stars and celestial bodies
For a mortal
this was truly a gift
beyond understanding,
this wealth of possibilities invited all seekers
(brave enough to look up and touch the hem of it)
a chance to dream and create
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| Reviewed by The Poetess |
1/16/2011 |
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| Love this exploration of "mysteries beyond. . ." |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
9/13/2010 |
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Richard,
Something we all have in common when we look at the sky is the feeling that we're tiny in comparison to what's out there. I like how creative this poem is. You've done excellent work with the personifications, the sights, and sounds. I feel as though this poem could have become another poem entirely had you written it in a different mood. Maybe then Andromeda would not be in the mood to sing and perhaps the stars would droop? lol. I also like your use of 'mortal' in the last verse, because it's both true and humbling. Regardless...you're right. There are mysteries out there we may never solve.
Like your new picture, because we can see your nice eyes now:) Been hiding them? love and hugs,
Sheila
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| Reviewed by Douglas Bentley |
9/11/2010 |
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Even given the best seat in this colossal theater to hear the secret mysteries of universal proportional limits would leave me with the thoughts that I still don't have a clue as to how my Lord and Savior will accomplish all He says He will do.
Construction must be finished and done
If not, hammer and nails I'll ask for - I'll hope to be the first one.
Plans of my mansion will cause further expansion!
Thanks Richard for bringing dreams back alive. |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Mead |
9/9/2010 |
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| You are certainly brilliant. I am fascinated by this poem, by the words that I await on the edge of my seat. This poem is an education in the writing of poetry, taking an extremely detailed and wordy poem and making it so exciting that the reader doesn't look away once for fear they will lose the magic in the flow. Excellent writing. |
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| Reviewed by Darkest Angel (Reader) |
9/9/2010 |
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| I can only see you conducting the many formations of heaven, Richard--a firmly grasped baton--giving full expressive command with all due accord--harmony. And, on, into an irresistible ad lib! |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
9/8/2010 |
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A symphony of heavenly insight.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
9/7/2010 |
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| What an amazing thought, star symphonies!! Your poetry is brilliant as always and mind expanding too. |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
9/6/2010 |
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| Quite a thought. Maybe the old "rabbit ears" have a second life after all. FM of the stars, free of commercials, programming infinite. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
9/6/2010 |
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| Pure art, Richard, in more ways than one. In admiration, gene. |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
9/6/2010 |
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| EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEAVENLY BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
9/6/2010 |
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| Absolutely stunning! |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
9/5/2010 |
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a journey of substance and drama ...
synaptic innovation as well as artistic adroitness ... |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
9/5/2010 |
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Richard,
in full flow you are a symphonic phenomenon; you glow, shine, sparkle. A sheer joy to read.
This I'm keeping close.
John |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
9/5/2010 |
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Extraordinary!
Imagine, the whole sky a concert hall ~
I hope that happens to me sometime, I wouldn't know which one to focus on, though, all sound equally beautiful swirling into the infinite.
Ever,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
9/5/2010 |
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| glorious! |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) |
9/5/2010 |
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| The music of the spheres. I was just reading an article about this a few weeks ago. On YouTube, there was a musical recording of the sun, which was fascinating. You really tie the whole concept together beautifully blending sensory preception with the musical galactic wave and treating the reader to a Sunday buffet of sound, taste and color. Excellent work! |
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