The Rhythm of the Rain
The rhythm of the rain
is a tour de force Poème Symphonique
for 100 Metronomes by György Ligeti;
innumerable asphalt hits amassing
into a full meal pitch,
which, as the rain thins out
and the drops become individually discernible,
breaks up into beats,
as in Stockhausen's Kontakte
or John Chowning's Turenas
I occupy the toilet seat,
feeling light, empty and carefree
in the minimal bathroom
- once again the theater of metabolism -
feeling like flying
a intercontinental passenger jet,
almost falling over when stepping out
into the apartment,
finding myself not cruising at 40 000 feet
at 500 mph,
but standing a little dizzy
right outside the bathroom;
the building camouflaging the various speeds
of the planet in its illusive immobility,
the suddenness of the apparent motionlessness
hitting my equilibrium fast and hard,
much the same way skiing once upon a time
in a Lapland whiteout did,
when I had no real bodily awareness
of speed or direction or location,
when suddenly a mitten someone had dropped
showed up in the mist, on the snow,
rendering me an unforeseen sense of motion,
direction and causality
Other occurrences can startle you
in similar ways,
having you, figuratively, fall over,
like the sudden relief of today's thunder shower,
after a long drought
Rain is the truth!
Drought is a lie!
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-05-27 at 12:40
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