NOT IDEAS ABOUT THE THING BUT THE THING ITSELF
by Wallace Stevens
At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.
He knew that he heard it,
A bird's cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind.
The sun was rising at six,
No longer a battered panache above snow…
It would have been outside.
It was not from the vast ventriloquism
Of sleep's faded papier-mâché…
The sun was coming from outside.
That scrawny cry - it was
A chorister whose c preceded the choir.
It was part of the colossal sun,
Surrounded by its choral rings,
Still far away. It was like
A new knowledge of reality.
released December 12, 2013
Jamie Reynolds - piano
Produced by Emilio Reyes Leblanc
Engineered by Marc Koecher and Emilio Reyes Leblanc
Recorded at Revolution Recording (Toronto), April 12th 2012
Photography and design by Aestheticize Media
Special thanks to the Canada Council for the Arts for helping to fund this recording.
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