42nd EDITION SERF UNDER_GROUND JOURNAL



THE AIM WAS SONG




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The Aim Was Song.


Before man to blow to right
The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
In any rough place where it caught.

Man came to tell it what was wrong;
It hadn’t found the place to blow;
It blew too hard – the aim was song.
And listen how it ought to go!

He took a little in his mouth,
And held it long enough to north
To be converted into south,
And then by measure blew it forth.

By measure. It was word and note,
The wind, the wind had meant to be –
A little through the lips and throat,
The aim was song – the wind could see.

Robert Frost




We melodious few


Qui sont chanteurs?
Oh mon Dieu,
humans and birds
and a few
travellin’ whales.

Cricket chirruping don’t qualify




Only some species sing.


Signaling ain’t enough,
‘Yoo-hoo, hey-girl!’
or territory assertion,
‘Keep off!’
Cacophonic
howling, hooting,
screeching, whooping,
effective for long –
distance messaging,
don’t measure up
on the melodic
scale of song.




Bird Song.


How doth that
post-dinosaur
song-bird emit
such glorious
concinnity, ‘tis
a mystery.








Magpie song with traffic imitation on the side.
( Modern Times. )










Magpie.


What have you, magpie, to celebrate?
Such glorious chortling in an arid landscape,
Leaves of eucalypts hanging motionless
In the breathless mid-day heat. It isn’t
That you can’t, or won’t complain in some
Scenarios, but rather that, by your very song,
You are constrained from self-reflexive musing,
For magpie, you may sing only the songs
Passed down the line by those first ancestors.

Songster extraordinaire, you are programmed
To voice liquid stanzas of affirmation,
Your concert repertoire scarcely allowing
For lamentation.




Songs for all Occasions.


Lyrical creation
for all occasions,
expressions of exultation,
reflection and lamentation,
follow in quick succession
in the human
book of songs.




The Four Seasons.


Spring, Summer, Autumn,
seasons for celebrating
renewal, ripeness and the harvest:
Winter’s the reverse.









Mendelssohn’s Spring Song.









Summertime and the living’s easy.









Those Falling Leaves.









Die Winterreise … Sadness Alert!





Love Songs.


Oh the human heart,
that gamut of responses
to l’amour, delight,
vexation, longing, loss,
expressed in songs that
mapamounde the Earth.




What is this thing called love.









La vie en rose.





And finally, songs of religious worship, humans’ giving voice to their sense of wonder at mysterious creation and the sublime.








Hallelujah Chorus.









Whale Song.


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