Art cased marquetry
Art Neuendorffer
__*INDIANAPOLIS COLTS*
__*PLAINS DISLOCATION*
__*SPINAL DISLOCATION*
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__*INDIANAPOLIS*
__*INLAID PIANOS*
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http://tradepianos.co.uk/services/index.html
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<<We particularly look to buy Bösendorfer ,
Steinway, Bechstein, Bluthner and Erard pianos.
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Art cased marquetry & *INLAID PIANOS* are always of interest.
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http://www.furnituresociety.org/cs/may2001/newyork2.html
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Stephanie Rauschenbusch
Pavanne for a dead princess
.
A humble pie moon tumbles to the linoleum
in my laundry room, hugging my
bare legs as if to beg me for something--
making my threadbare towel glow
like a white veil of Veronica,
the oil of my face wiped on the cloth.
.
I rise from my banquet couch in the painted tomb
at Tarquinia, holding the egg between thumb and fingers.
I am the painting of joy, resurrected many times
in many thyme-scented, pomegranate-blossom springs.
I have grown into the bodies of women and men
like a vine that penetrates a masonry wall.
I am the green shoots that pry apart the rock.
.
The sui-zen blowing meditation of my bamboo flute
sharpens the ear as a razor makes a point
on a pencil which begins to draw.
The present moment enters me, as a letter
is written in pine needles and bamboo leaves.
.
The defunct princess dances her pavanne
by the piano. She unravels her revels
with taffeta ribbons loosening in her braids.
Her smile is solemn, the smile of a priestess
who moves ceremoniously into the temple of death,
which oddly resembles the sounding board
of *an old Bösendorfer PIANO, INLAID* with mother-of-pearl.
.
At the reading, five elegies are read,
three streaked with silVER. THE FOURTH
is a painted narrative of Mother, a huge
hatbox of disappointments tied up
with ribbons of Renaissance refrains.
The fifth is a Jewish joke about resurrection
that circles and circles like a noose
being tied, untied, re-tied, tightened.
Robert Haas writing on rings of haiku
is also woven in, making the rings taut.
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The princess still dances. Had you forgotten
to teach her new steps for her pavanne?
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It's a hard religion that expects resurrection
when all around is the proof that the rabbi
could not resurrect the body. It was "really dead."
The Kabbala gave him words. The poet Pinsky gave him words.
But Lazarus did not always want to live again.
He preferred the snug cerements, the lack of air,
a cessation from the pressure to love and procreate.
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Wrap your body in a blank white canvas.
Place organs in a canopic jar with turpentine and brushes.
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The inscape: a formal Renaissance clock garden
mounded up with lavender, lemon balm, thyme,
sewed together like the inseam of silk trousers,
interpolated with tall rosemary bushes, pink poppies, and
eglantine, whose pavanne is danced by une princesse défunte.
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How did this ring of ribbons get inside that ring?
How did the wild cyclamen at Tarquinia come up
through a cairn of mounded rocks?
Who taught her the steps for her pavanne?
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The tiny old men venerable as mountains, meditate in huts
built of matchsticks by flooding waterfalls,
travel with donkeys over dragon-shaped boulders,
pole their way down tea-coloured silk rivers
among bamboo groves, under bristling, sheltering pines.
From the perspective of the mountain top, the figures
are like ants on an anthill, industrious or not.
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A drunk poet paints bamboo askew, his hand
shaking out ink as a porcupine shakes quills.
His poem starts quietly, gets big, deflates--
like the shape of a bamboo leaf, like flute music
called sassa. He drinks to clear his head
so he can hear the cherry blossoms pelt the river
with their white foam. He hears a mouse rustle.
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The Bösendorfer piano was left behind in Hungary
in 1956, its owner an eight-year-old girl who escaped
under Russian gunfire. She suffers from migraine now, prefers
silver to lemon-colored light, and is chronically depressed.
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In her room, a vase of lavender, lemon balm, and
pale pink poppies--in her painting, the same
in gold and silver as if the painting had a migraine.
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Named after a flower, she steps out of The Shepheardes Calendar
as time takes away the empty apartment and the pavanne.
That princess is defunct. This one lives on, in moonlight,
wears black dresses and earrings that mime diamonds.
She will wear an egg-shaped Easter hat woven with ribbons.
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I think about Easter lamb and rosemary, sorbet with cassis.
Where shall we hide the speckled eggs this year?
In the daffodils thrusting up from under the rocks?
Inside the bright *GREEN fOXGLOVE* leaves?
Shall "Death's dark angel shield his sword"
as we sing the triumphant hymns in Ascension Church,
admiring John La Farge's white-clad Christ and apostles?
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Art Neuendorffer
nordicskiv2
<aneuendor...@comcast.net>
(aneuendor...@comicass.nut) wrote:
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> __*INDIANAPOLIS COLTS*
> __*PLAINS DISLOCATION*
> __*SPINAL DISLOCATION*
But Art -- those anagrams have an INPNC score of zero. A better
anagram is:
"Polls: A. C. N. is an idiot."
> __*INDIANAPOLIS*
> __*INLAID PIANOS*
> ---------------------------------------http://tradepianos.co.uk/services/index.html
> .
> <<We particularly look to buy Bösendorfer ,
Bozo-dorffer would be an excellent cognomen for you, Art.
> Steinway,
STONE-way, Art -- how oVERtly Masonic a name can one imagine?
> Bechstein,
BechSTEIN.
> Bluthner and Erard pianos.
> .
> Art cased marquetry & *INLAID PIANOS* are always of interest.
> .http://www.furnituresociety.org/cs/may2001/newyork2.html
> ---------------------------------------
> Stephanie Rauschenbusch
> Pavanne for a dead princess
> .
> A humble pie moon tumbles to the linoleum
> in my laundry room, hugging my
> bare legs as if to beg me for something--
> making my threadbare towel glow
> like a white veil of Veronica,
But Art -- "Veronica's" is an anagram of "Ver is a con."
> the oil of my face wiped on the cloth.
> .
> I rise from my banquet couch in the painted tomb
> at Tarquinia, holding the egg between thumb and fingers.
> I am the painting of joy, resurrected many times
> in many thyme-scented, pomegranate-blossom springs.
> I have grown into the bodies of women and men
> like a vine that penetrates a masonry wall.
MASONRY, Art!
> I am the green shoots
Green's hoots, Art -- you know, from the _Groatsworth_.
> that pry apart the rock.
> The sui-zen blowing meditation of my bamboo flute
> sharpens the ear as a razor makes a point
> on a pencil which begins to draw.
> The present moment enters me, as a letter
> is written in pine needles and bamboo leaves.
> .
> The defunct princess dances her pavanne
> by the piano. She unravels her revels
> with taffeta ribbons loosening in her braids.
> Her smile is solemn, the smile of a priestess
> who moves ceremoniously into the temple of death,
> which oddly resembles the sounding board
> of *an old Bösendorfer PIANO, INLAID* with mother-of-pearl.
> .
> At the reading, five elegies are read,
> three streaked with silVER. THE FOURTH
> is a painted narrative of Mother, a huge
> hatbox
HatbOX, Art!
You're priceless, Art!
> ----------------------------------------
> Art Neuendorffer
Art Neuendorffer
> > ------------------------------
> > __*INDIANAPOLIS COLTS*
> > __*PLAINS DISLOCATION*
> > __*SPINAL DISLOCATION*
"nordicskiv2" <David.L.W...@Dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>
> But Art -- those anagrams have an INPNC score of zero.
> A better anagram is:
>
> "Polls: A. C. N. is an idiot."
Too many words, Dave.
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A.C.N. : ALL DISPOSITION
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> "ArtNeuendorffer" wrote:
> >
> > __*INDIANAPOLIS*
> > __*INLAID PIANOS*
> > ---------------------------------------http://tradepianos.co.uk/services/index.html
> > .
> > <<We particularly look to buy Bösendorfer ,
"nordicskiv2" <David.L.W...@Dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>
> Bozo-dorffer would be an excellent cognomen for you, Art.
Isn't Gnuendorffer just a Gnother BOSendorfer?
> > Steinway,
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"nordicskiv2" <David.L.W...@Dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>
> STONE-way, Art -- how oVERtly Masonic a name can one imagine?
.
How about: MAR-STON, Ben Johnson, etc.
> > Bechstein,
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"nordicskiv2" <David.L.W...@Dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>
> BechSTEIN.
>
. BlechSTEIN!
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> > Bluthner and Erard pianos.
> > .
> > Art cased marquetry & *INLAID PIANOS* are always of interest.
> > .http://www.furnituresociety.org/cs/may2001/newyork2.html
> > ---------------------------------------
> > Stephanie Rauschenbusch
> > Pavanne for a dead princess
> > .
> > A humble pie moon tumbles to the linoleum
> > in my laundry room, hugging my
> > bare legs as if to beg me for something--
> > making my threadbare towel glow
> > like a white veil of Veronica,
.
"nordicskiv2" <David.L.W...@Dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>
> But Art -- "Veronica's" is an anagram of "Ver is a con."
.
Too many words, Dave.
.
VERO CAIN & OVERABLE
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> > the oil of my face wiped on the cloth.
> > .
> > I rise from my banquet couch in the painted tomb
> > at Tarquinia, holding the egg between thumb and fingers.
> > I am the painting of joy, resurrected many times
> > in many thyme-scented, pomegranate-blossom springs.
> > I have grown into the bodies of women and men
> > like a vine that penetrates a masonry wall.
>
> MASONRY, Art!
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SNOUT-THOMA(s): You can never bring in a *wall*
[SOUTHAM(p)TON] What say you, BOTtom?
BOT(tom): Some man or other must present *WALL* : and let him
have some *PLASTer* , or some loam, or some rough-cast
about him, to signify *wall*; and let him hold his
fingers thus, and through that cranny shall
Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
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Rev 21:17: And he measured the *WALL* thereof, an hundred
and forty and four cubits, according to the measure of a man:
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Titus Andronicus Act 5, Scene 1
___________________ ////
- SAY, WALL-EYED slave: (o o)
_______________oOO__(_)__OOo___________________
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|___|____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|____
|_____|_____!_____!_____|_____!_____!_____|_____!_
|______|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|
|___|____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|____
|_____|_____!_____!_____|_____!_____!_____|_____!_
LUCIUS Say, WALL-eyed slave, whither wouldst thou convey
This growing image of thy fiend-like face?
Why dost not speak? what, deaf? not a word?
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> > I am the green shoots
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"nordicskiv2" <David.L.W...@Dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>
> Green's hoots, Art -- you know, from the _Groatsworth_.
.
You're a hoot alright.
>
> > that pry apart the rock.
> > The sui-zen blowing meditation of my bamboo flute
> > sharpens the ear as a razor makes a point
> > on a pencil which begins to draw.
> > The present moment enters me, as a letter
> > is written in pine needles and bamboo leaves.
> > .
> > The defunct princess dances her pavanne
> > by the piano. She unravels her revels
> > with taffeta ribbons loosening in her braids.
> > Her smile is solemn, the smile of a priestess
> > who moves ceremoniously into the temple of death,
> > which oddly resembles the sounding board
> > of *an old Bösendorfer PIANO, INLAID* with mother-of-pearl.
> > .
> > At the reading, five elegies are read,
> > three streaked with silVER. THE FOURTH
> > is a painted narrative of Mother, a huge
> > hatbox
.
"nordicskiv2" <David.L.W...@Dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>
> HatbOX, Art!
>
You couldn't box your way out of a HatbOX, Dave.
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"nordicskiv2" <David.L.W...@Dartmouth.edu> wrote:
>
> You're priceless, Art!
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. You're worthless, Dave!
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Art Neuendorffer