Post by mfwilkie on Jan 3, 2008 8:30:49 GMT -5
In spring, only disturbing cries from high winds
and slanted storms force windows closed.
Ditto summer. Ditto fall. Sensibilities rise
on these occasions. Music is about to change.
The improvised shudder of leaves and all
sounds natural to the ear give ground to
insistance on a barrier roof, and modulation
shifts from rain on grass to rain on glass,
with creaks and moans from man-made things
that could never sing on their own. Cold
has no tone, no pitch. But it is capable
of mood swings, leaving dazzlements of snow
as penance-presents for driving us Moderns in,
interrupting stylized drives to achieve an elegy
that plays to the ego of Ad-men and the cash register.
When did we lose the year-long music of Christmas
to these revisionists with no serious peace in
their hearts or good will to their fellow man—
revisionists nervy enough to press for pity that
we haven't made their economy rich enough
while we tolerate the poor becoming poorer without
protest? Every shade of greed distorts tradition.
Ditto what used to be the cornerstone of pride in
an American way of life—the righteous achievement
of freedom.
and slanted storms force windows closed.
Ditto summer. Ditto fall. Sensibilities rise
on these occasions. Music is about to change.
The improvised shudder of leaves and all
sounds natural to the ear give ground to
insistance on a barrier roof, and modulation
shifts from rain on grass to rain on glass,
with creaks and moans from man-made things
that could never sing on their own. Cold
has no tone, no pitch. But it is capable
of mood swings, leaving dazzlements of snow
as penance-presents for driving us Moderns in,
interrupting stylized drives to achieve an elegy
that plays to the ego of Ad-men and the cash register.
When did we lose the year-long music of Christmas
to these revisionists with no serious peace in
their hearts or good will to their fellow man—
revisionists nervy enough to press for pity that
we haven't made their economy rich enough
while we tolerate the poor becoming poorer without
protest? Every shade of greed distorts tradition.
Ditto what used to be the cornerstone of pride in
an American way of life—the righteous achievement
of freedom.
