名人诗歌|For the Twentieth Century

Bound， hungry to pluck again from the thousand

technologies of ecstasy¹

boundlessness^{2， the world that at a drop of water}

rises without boundaries，

I push the PLAY button：

. .Callas， Laurel Hardy^{3， Szigeti}

you are alive again，

the slow movement of K.218

once again no longer

bland^{4， merely pretty， nearly}

banal^{5， as it is}

in all but Szigeti's hands

Therefore you and I and Mozart

must thank the Twentieth Century， for

it made you pattern， form

whose infinite

repeatability within matter

defies matter

Malibran. Henry Irving. The young

Joachim. They are lost， a mountain of

newspaper clippings， become words

not their own words. The art of the performer.