Frank Corcoran

irish composer

NEW BOILING WORDS

How write boiling tones, I wonder ? Neo-con music? Post-liberal sonatinas? When is my music too cold ? Too jagged? Too shattered and splattered ? Nerd-symphonic? Not enough market-oriented? Pure? Art pour, God-‘ elp-us, l’art?  Tones as my ware, hard-ware, soft-ware? Hard sell ? Hard to sell ? No sell-out stylistically?  (  Sell thyself, tone-smith ? ) Shall the sciences win after all, is that it ?

Fans flapping ; I love the cooler shade now . Uncork the mere Falernian, praise the Roman poet in Horace’s cool villa, his “straining” ( ODES 1. 13  ) his cooled whites in this hellish July; oh yes, his conceals great art, the best, the artefacted, his finished polish. Salute him. Great.

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