Saturday, June 30, 2012

 
Painter, Composer, Writer

WRITER
At first, I recognized objects. Even if distorted,
that's a rolled umbrella, a women's arm. But now...?

PAINTER
I paint. Ask the paint.

WRITER
Just finished story: ...waitress in Jersey City diner
dreams of meeting a Met.

PAINTER
Where can I puke?

WRITER
You won't when you read it.

COMPOSER
So, maybe the human always pokes in?
Doing a commission from a small German city.
To be performed in the Cathedral.

PAINTER
Big-ass organ like Bach?

COMPOSER
Funny you should mention him. He chased
a chambermaid in the wine cellar while service
ensued upstairs. It got to be my starting point.
I'm hearing the muffled resonances coming from
up there. Organ, preacher, shifting of the congregation...

WRITER
Will you let on in the program notes?

PAINTER
Nah. He’ll get too far afield for that.

WRITER
Yeah, you'll coin some stupidity instead:
Poppies in Dusseldorf.

PAINTER
Too real. Gives too much. How about Arrangement?

WRITER
Too much a musical term already. Rendering!

COMPOSER
Premieres in a church, not a meat plant!

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