The grand opera of the universe
tears apart the decibels
of an improbable alien voice
coming from a distant inner planet .
Genius of ice liquefying in the heat
of a east village shady club ...
Scenical end to the eternal night ...
'' Let me freeze to death !
I am going to perform a concert on Saturn !
But I tell you :
Tomorrow will always be there
after the fall !
For that you must pray ! ''
Once the last note ,
cursed barytone
good for the drop ,
only a total eclipse will remain
in unspeakable gendred chaos
which eats away at your neural ego !
Life is a symphonic blunder
made of sycophantic manners
where you always die alone
accompanied by a baroque ensemble...
Purcell is merely the great computer
of a nightmare disguised as a cold song...
Evil composes sublime terminal lesions...
''Farinelli greets me as he passes by ,
casting just one look on my posterity,
I only created stridencies ,
to awaken a volcano with the flutter
of a butterfly 's wing !
Born out by chance of a story
I'm going back remixed .
I was only a simple man ,
escaping the invasion of baobabs ,
trampling my wild roses bush...
Just one look behind the mask .
But that is my mystery...''
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( Dedicated to Claus Nomi )
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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This poem fits the man and the little prince would be proud. The mask of pain and synthesized operatic rock would shake the universe for sure. Very nicely written for those that understand the style for others a cubist slash of colors on canvas. It screams in a countertenor baritone voice. Klaus would smile a fave
A voice to crack certainty !
The poem captures Nomi’s fate: the fate of a being who appeared too pure, too alien, too absolute for the human world. His voice is a rupture in the acoustics of reality. That is why the poem is filled with cosmos, ice, planets, and catastrophes; language searches for a scale commensurate with his presence and finds no earthly measure.
Genies do not know love only passion !
Good write, Lorenz.
Thanks Jerry.Not easy to pin down the character !
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