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I'm not really a pianist.

quote by Harold Budd
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Edge to Edge (Post post modern poetry)

When I slept in the afternoon after going through the ordeal of riding a cab in the heat only my Donna Karan glasses less by one degree in darkness and covering all my eyes protected me from fainting I wore my shirt which was stinking from sweat when I threw myself on the bed escaping the eyes of the old widow in the other room the fan went off I concentrated to sleep even without and I did after intense fantasies remembering the movie “The Pianist” I had watched the last night and the inspired soldier who let the soul of the pianist survive and himself landed in the war prison camp because he wanted to contact that other foolish violinist who instead spat on him being German and he could not be saved by the pianist as the pianist did not know his name because when the German soldier was getting inspired by the music in ruins he forgot telling him his name we are all victims of romance the German soldier could have made a bargain the pianist was too hungry to know about him and terrified for what he had seen when I woke up I got hold of my guitar similarly inspired as the German soldier was I entered into a black shirt on whose collar is written ‘edge to edge’ with an emblem of an animal having one long horn I went to drink coffee before I took a bath when I picked my phone to make a call one dear number of mine with me since a decade I found that it was stolen by someone my dreams shattered suddenly in the wake of reality of the number from the pianist now I was in deep trouble I came out my appetite was no more I entered a bakery to buy myself a burger that was wrapped in polythene there was no place to sit the burger was put in oven some of the polythene melted into the sauce my fingers burned to open the ketchup sachet I came into the dark corner a dog was sleeping I preferred sharing my burger with a cat on small concrete steps the cat could not take diet coke pieces of chicken slipped down and she was eating I rubbed my hands on my shorts and thanked the cat for she was my friend on dinner

8/8/2009
PS: These are real events narration in what I call 'post post modern poetry' writing straight what you feel without giving it a form or even punctuation

poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Unheard Elegy of a Widow Pianist

In a quadrille of his flimsy fingers
He lambently imposed tranquility
In between the brunt of his calloused soldiers
That the phalanges strangulated in a knot
And trudged and snapped and broke
With the heart of the widow pianist
Whistling his vapid tune from weaker towers

With the streets teeming of faceless strangers
He played the elude of his phantasmagoria
And groveled with a bleeding sonata
With shambling notes of empty words
That singed brusquely in a queue
Among their empty swollen ears
The schmaltz plea died with the violins

He sedated himself with the picture
Of familiar peoples crammed in a rotogravure
And the melancholy disembogued of verve
When the pictures pranced with deluded scherzos
And the listening thawed unto their toes
As he gnawed upon a drunken smile
The pianist's elegy strode a thousand mile

The widow pianist crooned to bargain
For an audience to the unfurling morsels
Of his slivered mind and its elegy
And ferry the silver euphonic melody
In a place divorced of harsh veracity,
Where triviality would be unwelcomed,
And benediction is in a saccharine orchestra.

poem by Norman Santos
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Obsession

Obsession
The pianist Albert has got a job in Loulé last time
I saw him in Faro and fell over a pollard, he said
he was not my father. When he spotted me he ran
into a café, they let him run through the kitchen
into the back, a dead end; I waited for him there.
“If you don´t stop following me I will have to call
the police, I´M NOT YOUR FATHER.” To mollify
him I said: “ I know you are not, but I do admire
your piano playing. ”This pleased him and we had
a drink and he told me he came from Yugoslavia,
had wanted to be a concert pianist, but there was
no money, so he ended up as a café pianist… just
as my father I thought but said nothing… then he
had to leave for work, saw him walk out of my life
just as my father did, there was nothing I could do
to stop this man who refused to be my dad.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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I was much more interested in the orchestra than the piano, but I did become fairly proficient as a pianist and my teachers felt I had talent and wanted me to become a good concert pianist and earn my living that way.

quote by Alan Hovhaness
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The Pianist

A young perplexing boy who found comfort in staying out of sight,
Had a behaviour that made him the target of cruelty and smite,
One day by chance he came upon a piano and came alight,
And quite soon gained respect since his music was able to excite,
Yet was not happy for he wanted to gain finesse overnight,
He would practice relentlessly, studying and playing hourly,
With time he gained the mastery, which he had lusted for dearly,
He would sleep his nights restlessly, without fail waking eagerly,
Since he was obsessed about playing his instrument flawlessly,
He came to be annoyed at how his playing was not always tight,
Maintaining the concentration required took all of his might,
He removed all his possessions in and around his line of sight,
Still it was not enough and so he removed everything outright,
Yet was not happy as his playing still had a margin of blight,
He removed light and played blindly, as a result played perfectly,
In time he eventually lost his grip on reality,
Numerous birds curiously came and formed an assembly,
One bird liked the music dearly and called on the king frequently,
The bird sang a melody, which the king found to be a delight,
The king complemented the bird and came to learn of its ghostwrite.
Then requested the pianist to enter into the limelight,
The pianist was promised riches should he accept the invite,
Yet he turned it down as he had developed a distaste for light.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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Ivory Keys

A pianist sat on his stool
The throng had hushed away
And when the violin had strummed
His fingers hovered in the air
And then began to play

A thousand pairs of eyelids
Bowed and fell into a trance
And ivory still echoing
The audience dozed gracefully
As thoughts broke into dance

The ecstasy on faces grew
To vivid, joyous smiles
And as the keys sped quicker now
The pianist grew fiercer
As he swiftly hit white tiles

The waterfall, as did his pace,
Transitioned to a brook
And as his climax had relaxed
So did his face become less tense
And fashioned a soft look

The artist painted final notes
To vibrate in the hall
And as he hit the final key
The faithful listeners awoke
And sadly that was all

There was not any mad applause
Nor cheerfulness, nor joy
And there was silence in the room
For there was no one to rejoice
Or shout happily, 'Oh Boy! '

And then somewhere a sob broke out
A cry it then became
And in the throng the rest had joined
Tearing in blissful unison
As all tears chimed the same

They all reflected happiness, not pain
As it so seemed
And all emotions grew to bliss
As the host's face became less grim
His lips now coyly beamed

The audience was much in awe
Of beauty that he made

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poem by Sasha Ioffine
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Having children makes you no more a parent than having a piano makes you a pianist.

quote by Michael Levine
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Once I understood Bach's music, I wanted to be a concert pianist. Bach made me dedicate my life to music, and it was that teacher who introduced me to his world.

quote by Nina Simone
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I consider myself to be an inept pianist, a bad singer, and a merely competent songwriter. What I do, in my opinion, is by no means extraordinary.

quote by Billy Joel
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At the age of 16, something happened with my finger and the doctor told me, you never can be a organist or pianist, so think about what you do with music.

quote by Kurt Masur
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Gassed And Stoked

Well, you covered your tracks
and now I can't see you
You had your ashes scattered at sea
There's no grave to visit no tombstone to look at
You were in the NY Times obituary
There's no record no tape no book no movie
Some photographs and some memories
Sometime I dial your photo number by mistake
and this is what I hear
This is no longer a working number baby
Please redial your call
This is no longer a working number
Your party doesn't live here anymore
This is no longer a working number
if you still require help
Stay on the line and an operator
will try to bail you out
I knew I should have seen you that Thursday
I knew I shouldn't left
But you sounded so good your spirits so up
I thought I'd see you next week
I say over and over if I had half a brain
if I had half a brain in my head
I wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong number
and listening to what some recording said
I knew I should have written, written things down
I always say I'll never forget
Who can forget a one-eye pilot
Who's a concert pianist
A 0painter a poet songwriter supreme
My friends are blending in my head
They're melting into one great spirit
and that spirit isn't dead
Now I may not remember everything that you said
But I remember all the sings you've done
And not a day goes by not an hour
when I don't try to be like you
You were gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
and you were that way all the time
So I guess you know why I'm laughing at myselves
every time I dial the wrong line
This is no longer a working number baby

song performed by Lou Reed
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When I was studying... there weren't any black concert pianists. My choices were intuitive, and I had the technique to do it. People have heard my music and heard the classic in it, so I have become known as a black classical pianist.

quote by Nina Simone
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I was going to be a concert pianist, and when I was in high school, my parents were scared to death that I would focus too much on that too soon. And that I'd end up in some sort of dead end, and not fulfilling whatever potential they thought I had.

quote by David Hyde Pierce
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The first jazz pianist I heard was Thelonious Monk. My father was listening to an album of his called 'Monk's Dream' almost every day from the time I was born.

quote by Benny Green
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My parents told me I would become a doctor and then in my spare time I would become a concert pianist. So, both my day job and my spare time were sort of taken care of.

quote by Amy Tan
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Gassed & Stoked - Loss

Well you covered your tracks and now I cant see you
You had your ashes scattered at sea
Theres no grave to visit, no tombstone to look at
You were in the new york times obituary
Theres no record, no tape, no book, no movie
Some photographs and memories
Sometimes I dial your phone number by mistake
And this is what I hear
This is no longer a working number, baby
Please redial your call
This is no longer a working number
Your party doesnt live here anymore
This is no longer a working number
If you still require help
Stay on the line and an operator
Will try to bail you out
I knew I should have seen you that thursday
I knew I shouldnt have left
But you sounded so good, your spirits so up
I thought Id see you next week
I say over and over if I had half a brain
If I had half a brain in my head
I wouldnt sit here dialing a wrong number
And listening to what some recording said
This is no longer a working number
Please redial your call
This is no longer a working number
Your party doesnt live here anymore
This is no longer a working number
Well, if you still require help
Stay on the line and an operator
Will try to bail you out
I knew I should have written, written things down
I always say Ill never forget
Who can forget a one-eyed pilot
Whos a concert pianist, ah
A painter, a poet, songwriter supreme
My friends are blending in my head
Theyre melting into one great spirit
And that spirit isnt dead
Now I may not remember everything that you said
But I remember all the sings youve done
And not a day goes by not an hour
When I dont try to be like you
You were gassed, stoked and rarin to go
And you were that way all of the time
So I guess you know why Im laughing at myselves
Every time I dial the wrong line
This is no longer a working number, baby
This is no longer a working number

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song performed by Lou Reed
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But my mom was a pianist, and she taught piano out of her house. I was just so excited, being a little kid and having all these other kids come to my house twice a week. I thought it was a big party.

quote by Vanessa Carlton
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In jazz, you listen to what the bass player is doing and what the drummer is doing, what the pianist and the guitarist is doing, and then you play something that compliments that, so you are thinking simultaneously and thinking ahead.

quote by David Amram
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I started off as a studio pianist in Hollywood.

quote by Skitch Henderson
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I wanted to be a pianist but it just wasn't my thing. I guess I wanted to stand up rather than sit down.

quote by Steve Lacy
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