Had I dreamed you, poet,
I would have known you,
And lost in what the old poets found, thought
How uncanny! How strange! How sweet!

But instead I saw your ambition living on the stage,
I saw you sniffing creative writing meat.
My voluntary powers of comparison intact,
You suffered slings under the light
Of my ambitious mind.

Beauty requires shadows, poet,
But I lent you none.
You were the labyrinth, poet,
And I was the cruel sun.


  1. The Noochie-Coochie Man said,

    June 30, 2010 at 11:31 am

    Veni, creator spiritus,
    mentes tuorum visita;
    imple superna gratia,
    quae tu creasti pectora.

    Qui Paraclitus diceris,
    donum Dei altissimi,
    fons vivus, ignis, caritas,
    et spiritalis unctio.

    Infirma nostri corporis
    virtute firmans perpeti;
    accende lumen sensibus,
    infunde amorem cordibus.

    Hostem repellas longius,
    pacemque dones protinus;
    ductore sic te praevio
    vitemus omne pessimum.

    Tu septiformis munere,
    dexterae paternae digitus;
    Per te sciamus da Patrem,
    noscamus Filium, spiritum
    credamus omni tempore.

    Da gaudiorum praemia,
    da gratiarum munera;
    dissolve litis vincula,
    adstringe pacis foedera.

    Gloria Patri Domino,
    Deo sit gloria et Filio
    natoque, qui a mortuis
    surrexit, ac Paraclito
    in saeculorum saecula.


    Come, Creator Spirit,
    To dwell in the heart of your faithful ones!
    Replenish with heavenly Grace
    The souls of your creatures!

    You are named the Comforter,
    A gift from the highest God,
    Living fountain, fire and love,
    Spiritual anointment.

    Therefore, strengthen our feeble bodies
    With divine power!
    Enlighten our senses,
    Infuse your love into our hearts!

    Drive away the enemy
    And give us everlasting peace!
    Guide us on our pathway,
    So that we may shun all perils!

    You, sevenfold tribute of the Father.
    The finger in his hand,
    Reveal to us
    The Father and the Son!
    Let us have faith in you forever,
    The Spirit that from both of you emanates!

    Grant us the joys of heaven,
    Bestow on us your offering of Grace!
    Settle matters where conflict prevails,
    And bring peace there!

    Let God the Father be praised
    And his resurrected Son
    And the comforting Spirit
    In all eternity!

    • thomasbrady said,

      July 1, 2010 at 11:16 am

      Didn’t Mahler use that in one of his symphonies?

  2. The Noochie-Coochie Man said,

    July 1, 2010 at 12:29 pm

    I looked high and low
    Searching my house, and
    Found it was used in the
    “Sym. of a Thousand”

  3. Marcus Bales said,

    July 1, 2010 at 12:56 pm

    “There aren’t enough Euros or dollars,”
    The soprano who hates Germans hollers,
    “To get me to sing
    That “Ode to Joy” thing,
    Nor that “Lied von der Erde” of Mahler’s!”

  4. thomasbrady said,

    July 1, 2010 at 3:04 pm

    Walter Gropius, Modernist architect of the Bauhaus School, married Mahler’s widow. The marriage didn’t last and then Alma married the Austrian novelist Franz Werfel.

    There was an important link between Modernist painting, Modernist poetry and Modernist architecture—the latter was easily the most important, finally, because the construction of gargantuan, ugly modern buildings had a important, real-world, practical element (unlike the ugly painting and poetry) and also brought in huge amounts of corporate cash, which thus enriched the Modernist enterprise. A good example would be the Seagrams Building designed by Bauhaus man Mies Van der Rohe and Philip Johnson, who was a Nazi sympathizer in the 30s (Modernism was notoriously right-wing from Pound to Ransom to Eliot to Ford) and the wealthy Johnson was a collector and supporter of modern painting, as was the Seagrams CEO heiress who signed off on the Seagrams Building project. Oh yea.

  5. The Noochie-Coochie Man said,

    July 1, 2010 at 3:20 pm

    Alma by Tom Lehrer

    The loveliest girl in Vienna
    Was Alma, the smartest as well.
    Once you picked her up on your antenna,
    You’d never be free of her spell.

    Her lovers were many and varied,
    From the day she began her — beguine.
    There were three famous ones whom she married,
    And God knows how many between.

    Alma, tell us!
    All modern women are jealous.
    Which of your magical wands
    Got you Gustav and Walter and Franz?

    The first one she married was Mahler,
    Whose buddies all knew him as Gustav.
    And each time he saw her he’d holler:
    “Ach, that is the fraulein I moost have!”

    Their marriage, however, was murder.
    He’d scream to the heavens above,
    “I’m writing Das Lied von der Erde,
    And she only wants to make love!”

    Alma, tell us!
    All modern women are jealous.
    You should have a statue in bronze
    For bagging Gustav and Walter and Franz.

    While married to Gus, she met Gropius,
    And soon she was swinging with Walter.
    Gus died, and her tear drops were copious.
    She cried all the way to the altar.

    But he would work late at the Bauhaus,
    And only came home now and then.
    She said, “What am I running? A chow house?
    It’s time to change partners again.”

    Alma, tell us!
    All modern women are jealous.
    Though you didn’t even use Ponds,
    You got Gustav and Walter and Franz.

    While married to Walt she’d met Werfel,
    And he too was caught in her net.
    He married her, but he was carefell,
    ‘Cause Alma was no Bernadette.

    And that is the story of Alma,
    Who knew how to receive and to give.
    The body that reached her embalma’
    Was one that had known how to live.

    Alma, tell us!
    How can they help being jealous?
    Ducks always envy the swans
    Who get Gustav and Walter,
    you never did falter,
    With Gustav and Walter and Franz.

    • Nina said,

      April 1, 2012 at 8:30 am

      Nooches and Tom,
      Alma’s thoughts are not
      “creative writing.”

      • noochinator said,

        April 1, 2012 at 10:24 am

        Should be “Nooches and Toms,”
        Toms Brady and Lehrer
        (Though I’ve no desire
        To judge who’s the fairer).

  6. Nina said,

    April 2, 2012 at 3:34 am

    It all seems quite fitting, the same.
    We look more to sources, not names.

  7. thomasbrady said,

    April 2, 2012 at 1:26 pm

    Good to see comments on a post from 2010,
    It’s like seeing a garden springing to life again.

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