“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Saturday, December 15, 2018
Go pace yourself
Two hands
for beginners,
my mother would always say without
knowing what she really meant.
She quoted Nietzsche with
the same naivete.
I told my daughter about books
on records, that bong when you should
turn the page. She liked my retelling
of Peter and the Wolf
best.
I watched her start off,
as passionate as possible,
with everything at her fingertips,
only to try to finish
like me, too hurriedly.
I figure
-Slow Down-
is good advice
for any age.
In the beginning
I heard myself say,
two hands for beginners,
knowing that holding steady
requires much practice.
We make it look
too easy.
When using both hands
we should say something
about the strength
required.
Painting by William Adolphe Bouguerau, c. 1899 in Israel Museum [Public domain].
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