If you knew...
That the one who tore you in two, and
Made you
One with the earth,
And
The one who glues you,
Unites you, petal by petal,
Contributes to your happiness...
If you knew...?
Would you shed another tear?
We really rather love our Mr Wag.
A bag of music, music in a bag.
Such masterpieces did he once produce.
We listen every day to Mr Wag.
Oh such a man, a wit was Mr Wag.
Oh what a dish of gifts, oh what a bag.
A Ring he made for us to hear, not wear.
The Nibelungen sent by Mr Wag.
So Rheingold was the first from Mr Wag.
And then we had Walküre in the bag.
The Ring then brought us Siegfried as the third.
The fourth one's hard to say, dear Mr Wag.
Could cause some difficulty, Mr Wag,
for Götterdämmerung is in this bag
and can be hard, this Götterdämmerung.
You see that “o” and “a” there, Mr Wag?
There's also that name here, oh Mr Wag.
We say as Vahgner, and it's in the bag.
So “Wag”, you see, is “Wagner”, that OK?
For that word's in the bag now, Mr Wag.
(16 Jul 2023)
William Richard Wagner
whose music still causes a stir
Much like the spread 'Marmite'
loved or loathed never trite
WAGNER PHRASIS
Enchained by fancy petty wants
and necessity,undisguished
sensuousness burning with
fiery passion kindles the most
consuming flame,my peace of
mind was over.Driven to despair,
idle & disorderly,levity wounded me
deeply,tortured,no semblance of
reality,puritanical hypocrisy
ordinary & mediocre ,savagery
of taste,adverse outward circumstance,
all shadows on the scene.Confused I
remained silent ,my error was plain.
Through this trouble, hope a sense
of beauty,a new earnestness to really
know love, natural & unforced.Beginning
anew,my last reliance,vivacious & exciting
a state of fermentation, oh what bliss,my
goal was reached.Ah what a delight
it was.I stood amazed,its place in my heart,
the secret of art,free & unconcealed.
From Wagner autobio of 1840
Listen to me recite my phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
You Came 7 years ago,
My mom liked you, but i didnt
My brother liked you, but i didnt
You liked them, but not me,
You call me
fat,
ugly,
worthless,
dumb,
a God Damn disgrace.
You scream and strike me down,
Like you did your ex wife,
you drink.
you Smoke,
But im the one whose Worthless
you attack a 13 year old boy,
with words,
and fists,
But im the one whose worthless,
You stole my mom,
You stole my brother,
You stole my faith,
But im worthless.
So keep hitting me,
Keep Screaming,
Keep pushing suicidal thought on me,
keep destroying my soul,
Keep freezing my heart.
But you hav failed.
You wanted me to become nothing,
But you made me something.
You made me a victim
So i still do exist. youve failed at destroying a 13 year old boy.
So your the Worthless one