the unknownable transforming point 1/ 5

433 little poems
fictive autobiographical gazing
through the piano looking glass

Prefacing

When soft page did the interim other screen
deepen the growth of animate in art
just listen to the little birds arrival
and solemnity reach the non key sounds
while the cat pillars of wisdominated landscapes
dreary and sans
without the sounds she could make
along the soft page of leisurely strain
stream along the lines of paged ink and strain
where does this lead sound
when the soft interim scroll depth
inner when she called
and answers on a postcard to the figment of your dreams
in softer page grow
who’s that disturber
in the face of sake
who’s demo driver control freak inside her brain cells
beat beat beat
it could have been all go
but the Art of Europe stonati hot duplicate

Of of of

Interesting air from the eastern storm
of of of whatever you can think of next
whatever of
as long as you did not make desert
inside music rambles
in out beat beat over thought underlay
and bright sorrows of mine
can only render the proximity of night taint soft page

The all go

She died years ago now
with her large hand pressing down the avenue
all change the all go
into the ravenous jaws of time
lapses of memory
not back
don’t shout back into the black vast
not worth it
not a tall telling you just don’t go there
it’s soft page and hups we go

Or non time

Never lindy land is deeply engrossed
with her thought boxes today
it’s in the head start and soft places
and mindering to forget what she played before
candlelight chopin was all go
not an imaginary margin of doubt
wherein doting observance
watching and holding some whensoever riddles or non time
for four minutes 33
it’s all you can do to play absolute zero
can this be whatever would be
can it still beat you at the timings
and metronome tickles at the edges of air
pliant with withering potter over keys
of soft pages and no sharps or flats
wish it wish every rant is not be be disturbed

Playing loud pedals

Lindy is still playing loud pedals
and banging the wall rhyme
a dictionary smells like old and new in 1975
and only now use use
use not less but more
soft pages more had the image
of lindy leap
lindy image of me was of volcano
internalise leap quick monday

Different Pianos a11

automatic eleven

better though that way my new piano was so great hardly any time to play it. i only had it 10 months and she said you’ll have to sell it we’re going away. you phone the man and they came and took it away then months with no piano- plunged into nursery and misremember not then it was never all go into a darker philosophy of wait, wait till, wait till your older you’ll see you’ll see. we sat round the room, empty and no picture light from the street steam window and guessing game on a train long longer journeys how many what for good. where’s the piano of my dreams looked after by someone in that room with the sun scottish haar. it waits all go all years when. 4.33 times 3 yesterday at meditation that piano did i ever practise 4.33 without the score indeterminately flourishing a dream? tick sounds of gentle traffic when someone came home. the wild horseman returned to the light keys over keys 4.33 a prize for my effort. how did i know that i was not using effort? came easy grey wallpaper with venetian gondolas, piano the far wall window at the side looking into the balcony. quiet and spooky in there. only allowed to practise or when dad was home.

ref:
collard and collard, bechstein, bechstein, bechstein, steinway, joseph buys, plight, dali, un chein andalou, rebecca horn, concert for anarchy, duchable piano plunge, 4.33 john cage …

piano girl

Different Pianos a10

automatic 10

would you like a small sherry dear at eleven thirty? too early for me before the brahms. piano set in by the wall boxy sound. other pianist the other wall. two seconds it was nearly always too late. such stretch of hands no yoga in those days. clean keys so sound- then it was all go. the piano back to the window lighter on the keys sound meravillius. sounds need to keep the rhythm entry crisp count one and so it was always too early and boulevard night frost laid low mood oh where is the sound now? real first go stop at the light and above the piano the sounds cell writhe and stretch and rise and stretch to the rubber preparations inserted and measured so sounding beat sounding box arrive paris. from the stitch and wooden panel lined wood sound crustacean doors and little skirts and bag full of scores and hand still scores. late home. practise every day don’t count the time seems to unfree the time to write in the little notebook rub it out and keep pace. quietly upstairs someone else practising. is it a nicer piece than mine? why can’t i play that. always something new with in picture on the wall turn around dancer don’t look down, tuner come sing. sing plain sing e e e e d sharp d sharp d sharp a sharp then a chord sing play and on with flurry of chordal jazzing pedal playing smoke gets in your eyes menthol it was.

Different Pianos a9

he listened and upgraded me small room full of smoke piano full of cigarette ends. sun bleaching eyes when you walk into silhouetted. that was the start of the growing song. i did not know anyone who played oboe then but there was always orchestras. then the competitions then the scholarships cost. no one easy got it macfarlane played something nice little room soft piano, nice day with soft light. cost cost cost summer haydn sonata then listen inside me was the room in a school room light a piano. i went and sat there sunny light huge windows sunny life soft piano hymns and listening looking. piano stuff look up out read find 4.33 john cage interludes and piano puzzling sounds distance sound pluck search invent. and it was all go in the summer rain travelling home with the best of the rain mates and black umbrellas eyeliner and soft shoes. the rush of sound and call of the wild in the long bass strings of the long black piano. it was all go debussy isle joyeuse did not know about surrealism of the donkeys and pianos andalou then. when it was not to be all go. first it was all go pretty house with the front garden willows and mimosa orchid flowers on window sills and what do you think of this dress worn for the concerts years ago up north with a lord in the audience quick chopin study on heavy piano keys piano diagonally in the small room sound good and bay window sun blinding but north the train journey through summer when it was all go. don’t loose the flow keep the chime.

Different Pianos a8

automatic eight

so how did they get all these pianos up those stairs. different in those days, fresh rain across my face out in the dark lit street. quiet someone waiting for me. no one sitting to the right seat near the door waiting in the corridor, past the bungalow to the cathedral to hear the concert. many times passed the same place. interrupted by the plane journey could breath little outside inside seat too scary to look out of the window fine day nonetheless. lindy said. but why did it seem like a nightmare when you needed to return risky? risky rain on my face on that sunny day look up to the hill and buildings sore hands palms stretch over stretch no warm up in those times no yoga breath just play and more play do go on. like your trills shoulders down. so there was a certain glamour about things in shops. shops lined streets and dark streets leading to where you needed to go. dark station-quiet standing sitting stand sit opposite freezing cold frost fog in stately progression along quiet road wide road solitariness. quiet. dark. dots of light clamour cold, pianos this way that way sun felt small. at first i thought it was all go but it stopped and and find a piano and and 4.33 only i did not. it. where was it all over? underscore did not then. i ran down the wide victorian stairs joyously listening rushing racing. was i up to that?

step stare
step stare

different piano a7

insidepiano

a friend of a future friend the eyes that looked through the other piano played unique even softly as it sounds and it was all go 4.33 shoulders down the ancient pianos in the shadows rooms down the staircase carry books. listen to the repeat. search in in in this is the head in my head get the parts up and vision of faces and go where the back stairs in c she at the right of me and window at the back. dark outside and the bells were not ringing. off into the night with rush of rain and don’t look back into there the riot. likeness practising someone upstairs play chords. in 10th’s with wide interval names of songs in languages we know by new music sounds intervals tuning rebecca horn and how first it was all go the window towards north west north and bright sun raying the varnish or the lid it started to crack many years ago but when i first played it was in the middle of the room and there was no problem, but it was to near the gas fire. move it into the corner big piano square room. the chinese screen zig zagged into the centre of the room sound diffusing sound over sound. In lindy karpestra piano view/ different pianos another room piano at an angle-smaller window higher up-watch her play he turns pages bbc choir pages orchestra pages not head dream she was all gone in and still when it was all 4.33. breath in slowly breath out now silence into two in some … are longer than others as you like but who knew then that it could be like that it could be like that although it was. if you knew only if you knew.