musica universalis

STRING THEORY

HAPPY 3RD ANNIVERSARY TO ME AND MY UKULELES!  THREE YEARS AGO TODAY I RECEIVED MY FIRST ONE AND TAUGHT MYSELF TO PLAY, ONE OF THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE.  HERE’S A REPOST OF A UKULELE POEM FROM 2015:

 

Over the years
Played several instruments:
Flute, harmonica, kazoo
Tambourine, bongos, keyboard
Never has anything felt so right
As the guitar from my youth
And the ukulele from my maturity
Vibrations of string
Pulling the heart strings
Brain strung out

 

Perhaps some of us
Are as sensitive as Pythagoras
And his Musica Universalis
Music of the Spheres
Movement of celestial bodies
Sun, moon and planets
Emit their own unique hum
Pythagoras, mathematical madman,
Claimed the pitch of a musical note is in proportion
To the length of the string that produces it
Ergo, quality of life on Earth reflects
The tenor of celestial sounds
Imperceptible to the human ear
Felt, though, in the body, mind and soul

 

The first known artist
Depicting an angel with a harp
Must have loved string music
Must have discerned the Musica Universalis
That’s also my idea of Heaven
Although more fun to strum strings on Earth
Because we get to wear cool clothes…

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

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FISHING LINE ANTHEM

 

What a way

To cost-effectively play

Ukulele

Why buy strings

That stretch and break

When Walmart sells

The key to unending fun

In a magical reel

Like the discovery of the wheel

Something to change my life

So I string my Tenor

Like a Baritone

DGBE

Like a 4-string guitar

(Who needs bass?)

And plunk

Strum

Sing in the silence of a

Swampy womb

Or an air-conditioned room

Fishing string producing

Musica Universalis

Music of the Spheres

Do you hear?

I do…

2 closeup with fishline sm px

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

Images: RockStar & fishing line & ukulele / fishing line & ukulele

MUSICAL SNOBBERY

 

Swaying between two train cars

Waiting for the station stop

Waiting to jump to freedom

Although land legs shaky

From thirty hours of sitting

With time off in my roomette

Surreptiously, calisthenically moving

Now swaying, holding my music case

Fellow passenger standing first in line by the door

Also swaying as we make the final journey

Into Tampa

Smiles

“Is that a violin?” he asks

I smile

“No, it’s a ukulele”

His face scrunches

His voice, heavily sarcastic, repeats

“Ukulele?”

“Concert size,” says I pluckily

He turns his back to me

I so want to see

His face

If I start singing

Falsetto Tiny Tim’s

Tiptoe Through the Tulips

Or a deep-voice Don Ho’s

Tiny Bubbles

But I’m too mature for that

Well, kinda

Why don’t others know

How lovely a ukulele can be

How perfect Scarborough Fair or

Into the Mystic can sound

So much like an acoustic guitar

Most of all

Why sneer?

Why not hear the Music of the Spheres

Contained in any instrument

Or voice or lyrical words

Why sneer?

Hugging my ukulele I whisper,

I love you…”

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

 

STRING THEORY

my concert ukulele #2

Over the years

Played several instruments:

Flute, harmonica, kazoo

Tambourine, bongos, keyboard

Never has anything felt so right

As the guitar from my youth

And the ukulele from my maturity

Vibrations of string

Pulling the heart strings

Brain strung out

***

Perhaps some of us

Are as sensitive as Pythagoras

And his Musica Universalis

Music of the Spheres

Movement of celestial bodies

(Sun, moon and planets)

Emit their own unique hum

Pythagoras, mathematical madman,

Claimed the pitch of a musical note is in proportion

To the length of the string that produces it

Ergo, quality of life on Earth reflects

The tenor of celestial sounds

Imperceptible to the human ear

Felt, though, in the body, mind and soul

***

The first known artist

Depicting an angel with a harp

Must have loved string music

Must have discerned the Musica Universalis

That’s also my idea of Heaven

Although more fun to strum strings on Earth

Because we get to wear cool clothes…

***

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)