Frank Corcoran

irish composer

IS THIS , THEN, THE MOTOR OF ALL ART ?

REMEMBER ME !

“Remember me ! ” that age/old cry, piteous, imperious, born out of terror ,

oblivion being our threat….

Remember me in tones, bronze, the name of a lousy street, a tomb as a clarinet concerto, what else ?

Motor of art, with death a motor of religion, that which binds us.

I chisel it in , write it on water, in

the sky, all

orchestral trumpets blazing.

Change the nib.

Begin a new composition.

Oblivion will lap. Of course it will. Stoics

and Epicureans and our Buddha and

all the Celtic saints of the Burren and great , bad, indifferent workers in,

well, all the arts,

will yell quietly those four syllables.

vbg R and M and B enclose just two vowels….

Not bad.

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