|I heard you in the garden |
& I was afraid I was naked so I hid.
I was naked because I was afraid
—I said to myself.
Vox gone hidden in the imbecile garden.
In the traffic I hid me.
Fear smells mineral, petroleum, sumac, rain-lustered.
I drink the drams from its awe-silver limbs.
I heard your voice purpling like bellies of Peruvian
blues at various depths in soil. Away-from.
Artificial lights, they leave the leafy
night looking icy in unfinished colors.
I heard you say magenta:
three syllables swarming out the voice box.
Swarm brings back no mauvish/cyan/crimson
to your sightline but some tv snow.
A needle dragging skin-dust long the vinyl grooves.
Music acquires you in iotas.
As static I heard you whirling around the vinyl-
dark round & round—
Adrenaline alters the hide, hair.
I was afraid of the paradise in my ear.
As a gift for today, I uploaded the greatest classical guitar album of all time, Christopher Parkening’s Romanza. It came out in 1969 and I have probably listened to it 10,000 times since then. It has not been available for many decades, except on vintage vinyl. I digitized this one myself, using a really crappy record player and a scratchy album I found on eBay. I have a newer vinyl copy now and a much better turntable, so I suppose I should re-digitize the album. Until I do, I’m sure this will tide you over. There is a link to download the whole album below.
It will be paradise in your ear.