Frederic Chopin, Mazurka in C Major, Op. 24, No. 2
Martha Argerich, live, Sweden (Stockholm), 2009
When I don’t play Chopin for a while, I don’t feel like
we “attempted to express ourselves.”
Every one of these words is wrong.
It wasn’t us.
Or we made no real attempt.
Or there is no discernible difference
between self and expression.
The outer world means
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Today could be described as a retired man humming
tunelessly to himself.
Any statement I issue
if particular enough
I was here
It’s as if
can never be
These temporary credits
will no longer be reflected
in your next billing period.
—Rae Armantrout, Versed (2009), misc. fragments