The View From My Practice Room Today (at Don Wright Faculty Of Music)

jennie munson

ethan

Please ignore the hot-air ballooning comma.

Just a thing. :P

Late light and longing - Dmitri Cavender , 2001.

American, b. 1957 -

oil on canvas

Fear

T’was much too long ago that I was scared

Of men with bodies, men with flesh and bone,

That nights were filled with fears of those who dared

To torture, maim and kill those all alone

It’s been so long since darkness held a beast

With claws to rip and fangs to tear at flesh

Since fear held death, it’s victory the least,

It’s mystery encompassing in mesh

It’s been too long since I have walked alone

After sunset when darkness settles in

Without the fear of shadows cast by stone

But not of creatures that might hide therein

Now fear to me is demons in my head

That torment me until my soul is dead

Where then, go the spirits of the martyrs? How then, do they find peace in their sacrifice? The demise of one for the many is that of a brave man But what happens when bravery is just a roll of the dice?

lina gordievsky