Hanging fire

 

Hanging fire.

An old dusty player

The best in the world

Played across the screen

Some downfall of the world

One based on all the others

Single, large and glazed

Reflecting an old room

The eye of the century

Chiaroscuro, sat an old man in an armchair

The speech of this player was strange

Simple Science Fiction of the late sixties

The first real signs of alien life

Come visiting when we were young

Important he said

An event in history

Then there was old music

Before electronics

Old groups

 

The darkness of the room was all wood

Rare wood

The man sat in baroque darkness

The man spoke

He said

There are no great musicians anymore

And then later

This music has many many memories for me

The screen flashed as he pointed at it

He stroked the cat on his lap

Four eyes flashed

As a light faded from across the room he began to hear voices

Reviews

[Science Fiction: A Genr..]

very relevant in this currant age, it is often forgotten that we took from others to have what our society calls "ours" I like the interplay between fantastic thought and hard fact. There is more to be said in this short writing than many of the major text books on metaphysics that i have read. The reflection of thought via the boundry of time and memory....this line is maybe more true than you know...
"The first real signs of alien life
Come visiting when we were young
Important he said
An event in history
Then there was old music
Before electronics
Old groups"

[Budimir Zdravkovic]

Very good imagery I will compare it to a film writer. David Lynch.

[Flo]

Wow. I can't honestly say I understood the meaning behind all of this, but the images here are fantastic. I especially liked "The darkness of the room was all wood," as well as "The man sat in baroque silence."

This is the only poem of your's I've read so far, but from this alone I can tell you have real talent in creating and relating images - some parts reminded me of the great modern imagist poets of the early 20th century, especially Ezra Pound and William Carlos Williams.

[Taja B.]

That's so true. There arent really many great musicians anymore. All they play lately is bad music that has no meaning. Eventhough, there are a couple jems when it comes to good music in this society recently...

Well anyways, this is a nice poem. It's well written and very true.

Nice job.:)

[Gregory Mark Connolly]

There really aren't that many great musicians any more. Sometimes I try to figure out why that is, perhaps it's just the fact that the times are changing.

[Vallerie]

...and yet if not for yesterday.......The first real signs of alien life
Come visiting when we were young
.....Strauss, John Coltrane, Lee Morgan, Wes Montgomery, The Platters....the best leads the walk into tomorrow.
There are no great musicians anymore
And then later

Interesting piece of work. The darkness of the room was all wood
Rare wood

Thanks for sending,
Vallerie