Mid-Week Crisis thought it was going to be Thursday, but alas, the week looped back instantly to yet another dull Wednesday, and so the Poet vanished. Poof. Gone. Both music and text written beautifully by Paulo Chagas, featuring the master himself, and Jeff playing a lovely piano part. Paulo's poem transcreated into English haplessly by Fred. And the whole shebang ruined further by Thomas and Fred.
PAULO:
flute
FRED:
acoustic guitar, keyboard
JEFF: piano
THOMAS:
electric guitar
LYRICS
"On a plain old
Wednesday,
I vanished in the bend of the road, and nobody took notice.
They looked away and then back again, and poof!
I was gone. Like when a dog pees on a rug,
Or you burp, just like that!
And people make this tiny sound at the back of their throat to signal
that you are forgiven.
They used to call it the inexplicable,
sending tombstone shivers down the night-time
of an inane and fidgety adolescence,
when I pioneered the girls' most alluring geography
for the interminable thrill of moistness
on my fingers. And so fingers snap, and poof! a thing comes or goes.
Some spell, some magic, some enchantment, a dark
design from the beyond:
Such are the things that people said, but I had no
clue what they meant.
And so it was for poetry, so for philosophy, and so
for metaphysics.
With the smut and hollowness of all their talk,
And the treacly sound of rhetoric, like Titanic violins,
Or Peruvian pan flutes, dressed up in à la minute
uniforms
At the monthly fairground..."