Choruses
The poem was beautiful.
Was the poem beautiful, or was the rain beautiful?
The rain was beautiful.
Was the rain beautiful, or was the room beautiful?
The room was beautiful.
The girl was beautiful. The music was beautiful.
The poem was beautiful. Was the poem beautiful, or was the rain
beautiful? The rain was beautiful. Was the rain beautiful, or was
the room beautiful? The room was beautiful.
The girl was beautiful. The music was beautiful. Music,
rain, room & poem. Beautiful.
The poem was beautiful. Beautiful.
The rain was beautiful. Beautiful.
The girl was beautiful. Beautiful.
The music was beautiful. Beautiful.
Music, rain, room, poem & girl.
Beautiful.
Was the poem beautiful, or was the rain beautiful?
The rain was beautiful. The poem was beautiful.
Was the rain beautiful, or was the room beautiful?
The room was beautiful.
Was the room beautiful, or was the girl beautiful?
The girl was beautiful. The rain was beautiful.
The room was beautiful.
The poem was beautiful.
Music, rain, room, girl & poem. Beautiful.
The Poem on the Wall
In 810 A.D. Yuan Chen wrote his friend the poet Po Chu-i
that on his way to exile he found one of his poems inscribed
on the walls of the Lo-k'ou Inn.
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The clumsy poem I wrote on the wall
no one much cared to see.
Birdshit & moss' growth obscured it,
Letters & all. An exile came, a page
to the throne, travelling. He didn't
mind using his fancy sleeve to wipe
the dirt away so he could read.
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Frank Kuenstler
The Enormous Chorus
Pressed Wafer 2011
