"Too swiftly" (villanelle)
Too swiftly time departs
already comes the dawn?
all busied with these arts
where words arise from hearts
& plentifully drawn?
too swiftly time departs
the horses & the carts
confounded on the lawn?
call in more novel arts
we strove to show some smarts
but with a sudden yawn
too swiftly time departs
forget the stops & starts
ignore the bluff & brawn
who woke amid these arts?
whatever daylight charts
by night is soon withdrawn
too swiftly time departs
while busied with these arts
Too much of the night passed in the blogosphere perhaps. Today I should run up to Manhattan for a very-rare appearance of (mostly-expat) filmmaker Jon Jost on this American coast; -- if I can make it out the door. (His French film OUI NON [yes no] will be screened at the Millennium Film Workshop.)
One thing I like about the above villanelle: it hints at the sort of utterance more typically found in the ghazal, no? If ghazalesque utterance should stain the fabric of the villanelle, the latter gains markedly from the exchange, I'd opine.
already comes the dawn?
all busied with these arts
where words arise from hearts
& plentifully drawn?
too swiftly time departs
the horses & the carts
confounded on the lawn?
call in more novel arts
we strove to show some smarts
but with a sudden yawn
too swiftly time departs
forget the stops & starts
ignore the bluff & brawn
who woke amid these arts?
whatever daylight charts
by night is soon withdrawn
too swiftly time departs
while busied with these arts
Too much of the night passed in the blogosphere perhaps. Today I should run up to Manhattan for a very-rare appearance of (mostly-expat) filmmaker Jon Jost on this American coast; -- if I can make it out the door. (His French film OUI NON [yes no] will be screened at the Millennium Film Workshop.)
One thing I like about the above villanelle: it hints at the sort of utterance more typically found in the ghazal, no? If ghazalesque utterance should stain the fabric of the villanelle, the latter gains markedly from the exchange, I'd opine.
posted by david raphael israel at 6:49 AM
4 Comments:
interesting!
Thanks Krishna Bhatt-from-Khathmandu.
I'm an appreciator of your namesake, btw -- Krishna Bhatt the sitarist.
(continuing that thought) -- I knew Krishna when he lived in Berkeley in the 1980s, though I understand he's spending a good deal of his time now back in Rajasthan. Last saw him perform this past spring, in a concert at the superb new Rubin Museum of Art (located in the Chelsea neighborhood of NYC, a museum entirely devoted to Himalayan Art = mainly Tibetan Buddhist; a destination not to be missed for those spending time in New York). At Krishna's concert (playing backup sitar on the occasion), I encountered the Silver Spring, Maryland-based Bangladeshi sitarist (whom I've subsequently discovered to be a notable artist in her own right), Alif Laila. (Her name of course alludes to The Arabian Nights.)
ppps: oops,
grammar may'e gotten the better of me in that thar last sentence.
Translation: Alif Laila played side-sitar w/ Krishna Bhatt at that particular recital.]
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