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		<title>Comment on Piano recording with Jacob Sacks, August 18 2010. by Monique</title>
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		<description>I saw the video on YouTube and was so captivated! I wrote this poem in honor of you guys being so free and creative -- very inspiring. Having a hard time knowing where to get the CD, though....please let me know when you get a chance. Here&#039;s the poem:

I’ve Been Thinking About This a Long Time….


In the imagination of concepts
what’s let loose, is at once constructed

constricted and freed
the structures of intrigue
insist that all answers become questions

enticed by the Ringmaster
to look more closely, I
thrust my head further into the massive jaws of the piano


What do I see?


I.
a conventional drumstick turned radical yin,
horizontal,
at rest,
expectantly waiting

II.
a booklet recursive in it’s suggestion of sound
bound by deductive induction and
inked-word-flavored choices

III.
a metal Ankh portal
prepared to receive or transmit
held fast to an ordered world of strings 
that for now
remain silent….


….Although….
you might expect a disembodied voice to
at any moment
drop
from a line held by a crook screwed up into the sky
(the old-school handset masquerading as a hook)

what you and I see, though, simply ripples into the matrixed vortex 
of the universe that is 
 YouTube
as, no longer satisfied with Mobius relationships,
the dog in the tutu flies from the mouth of the cannon

and all the important papers continue 
to wait, intent upon escape 

while the sparkling pony gallops along the inner edge of the ring circling  
the imagination of concepts


--Monique Avakian
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I saw the video on YouTube and was so captivated! I wrote this poem in honor of you guys being so free and creative &#8212; very inspiring. Having a hard time knowing where to get the CD, though&#8230;.please let me know when you get a chance. Here&#8217;s the poem:</p>
<p>I’ve Been Thinking About This a Long Time….</p>
<p>In the imagination of concepts<br />
what’s let loose, is at once constructed</p>
<p>constricted and freed<br />
the structures of intrigue<br />
insist that all answers become questions</p>
<p>enticed by the Ringmaster<br />
to look more closely, I<br />
thrust my head further into the massive jaws of the piano</p>
<p>What do I see?</p>
<p>I.<br />
a conventional drumstick turned radical yin,<br />
horizontal,<br />
at rest,<br />
expectantly waiting</p>
<p>II.<br />
a booklet recursive in it’s suggestion of sound<br />
bound by deductive induction and<br />
inked-word-flavored choices</p>
<p>III.<br />
a metal Ankh portal<br />
prepared to receive or transmit<br />
held fast to an ordered world of strings<br />
that for now<br />
remain silent….</p>
<p>….Although….<br />
you might expect a disembodied voice to<br />
at any moment<br />
drop<br />
from a line held by a crook screwed up into the sky<br />
(the old-school handset masquerading as a hook)</p>
<p>what you and I see, though, simply ripples into the matrixed vortex<br />
of the universe that is<br />
 YouTube<br />
as, no longer satisfied with Mobius relationships,<br />
the dog in the tutu flies from the mouth of the cannon</p>
<p>and all the important papers continue<br />
to wait, intent upon escape </p>
<p>while the sparkling pony gallops along the inner edge of the ring circling<br />
the imagination of concepts</p>
<p>&#8211;Monique Avakian<br />
pianojaws3.doc     11/2010</p>
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