Chris Smith: Words & Music
Poem: The Session
(Chris Smith)
2005-09-16
Music is a powerful trigger of memory; memories are often complex and conflicted. We lived in Bloomington 12 years and left a lot of our hearts and history there.
Published in the Art of Music Annual, 2003.
The Session
Listening to a tape of a session from my old home town,
Brings it back:
Voices, the clatter of glasses, tunes half-heard, never learned,
Once lost, now found.
Old lovers, old rivals;
Old victories, old loss,
Many miles and years behind;
Sliding away like a ship down a quay,
And the turning of the years between;
Like distant voices on a crackly 78,
Or static over short-wave,
Or the crisscrossed synapses of half-remembered tunes,
And the faces of friends gone by.
–cjs, 12.14.02
On hearing a recording from Bloomington; with acknowledgements to Ciarán Carson