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May 26, 2017
The Cello's Lament by HaveTales-WillTell
Featured by doughboycafe
Suggested by xlntwtch
Literature Text
They call me brute.
I'm permitted to chant,
but they won't let me Sing.
They've confused non-agility for
inflexibility—
my belly enfolds the earth;
my throat trills at the stars;
my eyes embrace the cays
of the sea.
I am an omnivore,
yet they will only feed me leaves.
I'm permitted to chant,
but they won't let me Sing.
They've confused non-agility for
inflexibility—
my belly enfolds the earth;
my throat trills at the stars;
my eyes embrace the cays
of the sea.
I am an omnivore,
yet they will only feed me leaves.
Literature
here are my words
i used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines,
ocean cities and coves washed over with waves,
terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me.
i used to be able to talk to trees,
to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences
and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails.
i used to be able to sing
and believe that believing made me better,
believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos.
i used to be someone who tripped on her words,
spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments,
used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed'
and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful.
i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling,
trace the right word
Literature
Odds and Ends
A cup is just a cup
until it's the last cup that she touched,
and a car
is just a way from a to b
until it's the way that she arrived
at z.
A picture in a frame
is lovely to see, even if only ever viewed
in the background, passively,
but when the image
locks in place
the last smile on her face
then your grief turns to regret
for the memory
trapped beneath the glass.
An old pair of slippers,
tucked neatly beside the door,
stepping over
every time you cross the threshold,
until the day
when you have to toss those old things away
and they are as heavy as anchors
and more treasured
than diamond.
A scent that fills your head,
the comfort of a f
Literature
the gestalt laws of grouping
1. proximity
this finite summer burns as a unified whole. i watch
starlings and try to unlearn old perceptions. It seems plausible
that nothing can ever truly be categorised.
It is said that the human brain experiences divisions based
on closeness. This theory
Can be applied not just to visual discernment
But to human communication. Is the dot
An outlier, or part of something
Yet uncharted? Thus the nature of God
concludes itself.
2. similarity
Birds of a feather. Physical attributes which are of course
Recognised through faulty mechanisms
Can be arbitrarily decided. This and that. And so on
And so forth. Routine is a myth and so is
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Written for #transliterations' prompt 11: Timbre.
I loved the sound of the cello; still do. But when I began playing it back in middle school, it seemed that the violins and violas always carried the melody, while we were stuck with the harmony. (It was even worse for the double basses: very often, all they were ever offered was a pizzicato plucking rhythm.)
I was disillusioned to the point of quitting; it took the college discovery of soloists such as Yo-Yo Ma to rekindle my enthusiasm. I never did start playing again, but at least I can enjoy listening with no remorse. Or at least — glances upward — not much.
The title, as usual, holds a dual meaning: a lament is both an expression of sorrow or regret, and a mourning song similar to a dirge. The cello's depth and range makes it the perfect instrument for such a piece: [link] [link]In addition, the 'cay of the sea' is the tenor clef, one of the cello's musical signatures.* There are other references as well, but far be it from me to spoil all your fun.
*The bass, or F-clef, is far more common. But calling it the effin' sea would've taken the piece off-message; it's possible to be too clever.
Update, as of Dec. 12:
My first ever DLD! [link] © 2011 - 2024 HaveTales-WillTell
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I liked how you illustrated sounds as images in this piece. You demonstrate the the Cello's power and depth by evoking really powerful images like the sea. The Cello is a rather underutilized instrument compared to it's smaller cousins. I love it's deep resonant sound which can be slightly melancholic but can also show off a beautiful range of emotions.
Congrats on the DD!
Congrats on the DD!