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Trombone Lesson by Paul Hostovsky The twenty minutes from half past nine to ten of ten is actually slightly longer than the twenty minutes from ten of ten to ten past ten, which is half downhill as anyone who's ever stared at the hillocky face of a clock in the 5th grade will tell you. My trombone lesson with Mr. Leister was out the classroom door and down the tessellating hallway to the band room which was full of empty chairs and music stands from ten past ten to ten-forty, which is half an hour and was actually slightly shorter than the twenty minutes that came before or after which as anyone who's ever played trombone will tell you, had to do with the length of the slide and the smell of the brass and also the mechanism of the spit-valve and the way that Mr. Leister accompanied me on his silver trumpet making the music sound so elegantly and eminently better than when I practiced it at home for hours and hours which were all much shorter than an hour actually, as anyone who's ever practiced the art of deception with a musical instrument will tell you, if he's honest and has any inkling of the spluttering, sliding, flaring, slippery nature of time, youth and trombones. |
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![]() (not in its entirety...just the bits I love most) LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question…. Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
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"If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us walk together." Lila Watson You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it.
You say you love sun, but you seek shade when its shining. You say you love wind, but when its comes you close your window. So that's why I'm scared, when you say you love me. -- Bob Marley |
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