Tuesday, July 05, 2011

Ode To A Flute: On Getting Blown Right






I told an actress I wanted to use
a body-double of her for the scene
of her playing you. She said I was mean,
said she was an actress who paid her dues,

said she could fake all the physical cues
and make people believe what they have seen
watching her match a soundtrack so serene.
I said you’d know, said flutes fight for their views.

She said, “Who the hell cares what a flute thinks?”
She stomped off to pout in her dressing room,
stopping, once, to curse at some technician.

A director can shrug off the high jinks
and the threats and sobbing of doom and gloom.
So you’ll get blown by a real musician.























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