Dresden and the Furies·
We seek the dead
Within our dreams
And pinching writhe our
Memory with a blade.
Dancing in your winds,
Above the screams.
– Lona Gynt, January 1990.
This is posted for Amaya’s prompt at dVerse “Cry me a River'” where we are asked to submit a poem about a piece of music that once made the poet cry. I brought out an old poem that I had not shown to dVerse yet. I think if fits the bill. Here is the link to Amaya’s prompt:
I had the grim and beautiful opportunity to participate as a Teenage Trombonist in a Wind Symphony piece by Daniel Buchvich called Symphony No. 1 (In Memorium, Dresden 1945). I have been haunted and tearful whenever I reflect on this music ever since. It is one thing to have read Slaughterhouse Five or to have seen the movie, it is quite another to be enveloped in a piece of music that causes you to live the terror and the sorrow and the passage into…? Upwards of 135,000 people were killed in this Allied bombing. War is hell, and maybe… hell is war. It is interesting to have a piece of sheet music in front of you in which the staffs and notes simply dissipate in to black terror and images of smoke and screaming on the page and the musician is left to chaotically descend into… into… into… the end.
You ought to find a way to look at the sheet music sometime.
Today is also thirty years since Tiananman, and a few days since Virginia Beach, and probably a few seconds since someone somewhere called someone raca. My other post today is a scribbled out remembrance of a tank and a man and a question. The first three people (all under 40, but educated) that I mentioned Tiananman Square to today had never recalled hearing of it. We cannot forget. We must not. Perhaps we burn if we won’t learn. Please listen to the link to Buchvich’s music.
Love y’all. Lona.
All rights for text reserved to Lona Gynt, June 2019