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Lovely! To clarify, Bidart was born in 1939. This obviously was written
then.

Sam

On Thu, Dec 10, 2015 at 11:09 AM, Rebecca Forste <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:

>  For the Twentieth Century
> Frank Bidart, 1939
>
> Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand
> technologies of ecstasy
>
> boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water
> rises without boundaries,
>
> I push the PLAY button:--
> *. . .Callas, Laurel & Hardy, Szigeti
>
> you are alive again,--*
>
> the slow movement of K.218
> once again no longer
>
> bland, merely pretty, nearly
> banal, as it is
>
> in all but Szigeti’s hands
>
>              *
>
> Therefore you and I and Mozart
> must thank the Twentieth Century, for
>
> it made you pattern, form
> whose infinite
>
> repeatability within matter
> defies matter--
> *Malibran. Henry Irving. The young
> Joachim*. They are lost, a mountain of
>
>
> newspaper clippings, become words
> not their own words. The art of the performer.
>