The lunar disc
Unseen but forever felt
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Tonight is the new moon, invisible to us yet somewhere hidden it exists, a lone and cratered silver disc. How sad our beloved moon must be at the state of our world, of man’s inhumanity to the mirror of himself. It suspends in darkness this night to mourn the children of the earth and will return to us, sliver by sliver.
Below is a fragment to the moon by the poet Shelley. I have a concert tonight in Berlin. In such complex times the songs will speak for me.
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,--
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
Ode to the concert on the 12th of October in Berlin: This might be TMI, but it's for you, Patti.
"You are free" you yelled into the crowd.
Hands shaking in the air.
I was.
You sang Peaceable kingdom
You sang the song for the departed
I felt sad with you, for the world, and me.
I cried.
Thinking of the troubles of our world.
Thinking of the two unborns I lost last year.
This time, I was crying with hope.
Your concert touched me and I felt lucky to get one of the last 3 tickets at the box office.
It feels like in life, I am at the box office, too, getting the last chance to bear my first child.
It feels like our whole world is at the box office, too, bearing hope.
The Shelley was a perfect choice. I write, this morning, from my own solitude, saddened, on top of everything else, by the death, yesterday, of the great poet, Louise Glück. Yoshi added a memorial to the previous post. It seems that the world is growing darker every day and, maybe, it is. But I'm also reminded that 'we all shine on/like the moon and the stars and the sun'. I will listen to Gould's Goldberg Variations in celebration of Bach and be reminded of the light in the world and the connections between us all. Patti and everyone, please take good care of yourselves. PHTP.