At the Frontier
- At November 7, 2010
- By carla
- In digital art, Nikon D90, photography, poetry
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The blackbird sings atthe frontier of his music.The branch where he sat
marks the brink of doubt,is the outpost of his realm,edge from which to rout
encroachers with trillsand melismatic runs sur-passing earthbound skills.
It sounds like ardor,it sounds like joy. We are gladhere at the border
where he signs the airwith his invisible staves,“Trespassers beware”—
Song as survival—a kind of pure music whichwe cannot rival.– A.E. Stallings, “Blackbird Etude”
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