Hi folks,
Here's a random poemusical piece, with prompt.
How
Not to Give Up Smoking
At the end of the day, I’ve decided to put on Chopin
to drown the crickets out – not the
Nocturnes,
which I love, but the
Études which after all
exactly fit their title. It’s 3 a.m.,
and I still hear the crickets over Ashkenazy
at the piano. It seems a perfect time
to collect my thoughts, such as they are. The white
and black keys dance at incredible speed, I can
almost see Ashkenazy’s busy fingers.
I’m slowly reading through the piles of books
on my coffee table – Horace, Haldór Laxness,
Italo Svevo – how
not to give up smoking.
They quietly nudge me to resume my reading,
as if the world were
not asleep at this hour,
as if I had a torch to read each page.
Ashkenazy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faR9CA-qZJU