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Time on Water by Robert Gibbons




Music of Venice


All week I desired to know the music of Venice, listening to Vespers, examining the impact of the architecture of St. Mark's on the choral dynamics of the Gabrielis. On the morning after a black storm, lightning close, vivid, visceral, I dreamt of sitting at an outdoor table, the water to my left, the waiter taking away dishes & glasses, talking. I told him to listen. I ordered seconds of lemon sole & Sancerre. The dream light matched the flesh of Venice. A woman strolling by turned & smiled. I recognized her. Past love. Illicit love. She sat down, arm around me. Then I realized our chair was a piano bench filled with sheets of music, the dream's redemptive gesture, an internal orchestration.


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