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One of an incomplete set *jessi*
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Mar 25 05:05 UTC 1999 |
Ceclia's Daughters
Ambiguity.
Reach for it,
because only though it
can you be free,
Alive.
It tases of fire,
things long burnt, cooled.
A mistly burned ruin,
hinting at glories past,
and a future hosting paradise.
Be above this--
the perfect muse,
graceful in the mist.
They will call you
Cecilia's daughter.
--Jessica Moore, March 1999--
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This is likely the second, maybe third in a set I want to call
"Reclaiming Ceclia" about women in music. I've been reading a lot of
feminist musical critisism lately, and often articles and such refer to
St. Cecilia, the patron saint of music, who likely never sung a note.
She was martyred (naturally) and the legend goes that she began to sing
when they began to burn her, and it brought her peace. There is an
incredible W.H. Auden poem devoted to her that Benjamin Britten turned
into a great peice. (Part of this background would be in the first poem
of the set, which I have roughed in, but I don't like yet.)
Basically, the set as a whole would have three major parts: #1)
Establishing the Cecilia myth #2) The women of the past and their music
#3) Identity as a woman in music, Cecilia Reclaimed, if you will.
So this poem is the middle, or part of the middle of this set. I'm not
sure how I feel about it yet.
I submit it to the group. I've babbled enough.
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orinoco
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Mar 26 02:11 UTC 1999 |
Yeah, the idea sounds great, but...if I'd read this poem, I wouldn't have said
"hmm, this must be about women of the past and their music" :)
But I'd love to see more! Write the other 2! That is an order....
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