Elegy for Virginia Woolf.
"It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly" - Woolf
Ask him what it was,
he's so close.
But I fear I turn to Briscoe.
I can draw a line upon my canvas
hovering the brush
above a vision:
we could make it 'oer the wall together.
with steady hands,
and a foothold in the how and where we came from:
(with pockets full of stones
and weedy undergrowth.
He loved her;
he must know with full authority!)
Cliche as Philip Glass:
I'll mar my own landscape.
I'll make my own escape!
(like film music,
Could it be a very pleasant journey
if it wasn't known that I'm already there:
living in the lighthouse oh my darling?
Signaling the ships to stay away!
Were you reared upon the rainy heather?
(or rocky shores of home?
by Oedipus on his throne?)
I'll make my way alone
but wait for balmy weather!
Who is the woman around your little town?
She doesn't want her photograph taken out loud.
Very difficult and heavy tasking:
putting on the mask of my time passing on.
He was asked to speak at your convention
'cause they need a spokesperson --
For her health: hysteria needs guidance!
the only way to soothe a breakdown!
They know better!
They don't double their parallels
or draw the water from their own wells!
So she died like Ophelia:
with only men her story to tell.
Pity she wasn't young.
released June 15, 2013
Isabel Hagen - Viola
Julia Hatamyar - piano, vocals, music, lyrics
Brianna Leary - Violin
Cat Slowik - cello
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