This is my honest confession
of a down-to-earth possession
that lasted only a minute
yet there be magic within it
.
No way do the odds favor chance
when The Fates oblige you to dance
My eyes beheld no illusion
These ears did hear this intrusion
.
No physical laws were broken
The lyrics were thought, not spoken
With intent, a line had been crossed
as the chaotic cards were tossed
.
Since I alone was the witness
you’ll question my mental fitness
There is no faith without a doubt
a leap is what this was about
.
I was on this sacred mission
to reel in the truth from fiction
Hook me a book, my wish, my creed
bobbing for answers filled a need
.
How I love the freedom to choose
fishing through novels, win or lose
I let my interest be my guide
a seeker’s quest dives deep inside
.
I can but hope the choice is mine
and not determined by some divine
thought that’s been implanted in me
from someone who I’ll never see
.
The book was caught, netted with care
No real surprise, nor lack of air
Checked it out, no hassle, made haste
Friday traffic, no time to waste
.
Strolled to my car, got in, sat down
Started the engine, cranked the sound
The station was playing a song
A classic tune to move along
.
I’d never heard this one before
was not acquainted with the score
It was peculiar for the tone
that’s not what struck me to the bone
.
It ended in a normal way
announcing “all requests” today
and this last song that he did play
was meant for Patti, in Crete. Eh?
.
No real big deal, I don’t know her
Was she the seed or The Sower?
A stranger played a part in this
who I will never meet, nor miss
.
The Deejay then caught me off-guard
He flung the title, jerked me hard
The name of the book and the song were the same!
‘Twas music for “The Glass Bead Game”
.
The hair on my arms stood on end
Clued into what’s around the bend
my voice took over there and then
giggling with the biggest grin
.
I comprehended Diddley Squat
Banished from the realm of thought
So stupefied, I let it slide
Slippery fish, I seek. They hide!
.
Uncle Tree
Uncle Tree's House 
http://www.stereophile.com/musicrecordings/508/
Sorry, I can’t find it on youtube. This is the disc from which I heard.
Date of synchronistic event: April 11, 2003
Dedicated to the memory of Hermann Hesse
Winner of Nobel Prize for Literature, 1946
“The Glass Bead Game”, 1943
If you like math and music, all wrapped into a great work of fiction,
you’d love this book. Beware! It is a difficult read, but a fantastic idea.
I’m game. Uncle Tree
Uncle Tree..You are so whimsical!!!
Must add you to my blog, thought you should know..
Bindo
Thank you very much, Bindo!
Whimsical I will take as a complementary description.
A badge of honor, yes.
Eccentric and capricious,
whim is the shortened version of whim-wham. (1686)
My guestbook/blogroll is under Tree Crossing.
Please, feel free to sign on in. UT
It lead me to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9dnw8CT9Js
Which was a nice destination in itself.
Hey there, Pablo!
Not too bad with that one. Thanks for the addition!
I kept looking for the strings I heard, and finally found one of the songs
that were on the disc I mentioned above. Different artists, though.
It’s a violin-violincello duo arranged by Zoltan Kodoly.
There is no faith without a doubt: I love this, it is like the fact that there is no bravery without fear.
A seeker’s quest dives deep inside: This is one of the several characteristics that make you a valuable person.
So hard the think about faith, you can not stop believing, I can not believe, oftentimes I do not think we choose this. Maybe we can twist our belief system, I am not sure, So many times I wanted to believe in God, but I can’t. It’s probably the same with you but upside down.
Certainties and beliefs are like slippery fish, they always escape but make you think
you can catch them next time if you hold them firm enough.
Excellent poem, and thinking material.
Your truly niece
Very nice! Well i’ve learned something new today. Did you enjoy the novel?
Cheers, amca, and don’t worry, I’ll get over him soon.
B.
Nice. My favorite lines:
No real big deal, I don’t know her
Was she the seed or The Sower?
great work to read, flowingso nicely,
and the glass bead game, i think one of the hardest book i read, so beautiful, the day i met Hesse was one of the importent days of mylife
I’m glad you liked it, Mariana. What are the odds?
There is no blog without a computer. Mine broke down Saturday night, thanks to my boy messing around where he shouldn’t have been. Still waiting to get it fixed, too. Right now, I’m at the local library. I’ve been writing my next post the old-fashioned way…on paper. Thank you for that valuable comment!
.
Yes, birdenbeer, I enjoyed the novel. I own the paperback, and was reading the
beginning pages again this last weekend. Utopian lady is right, it’s a slow go.
Cheers backatcha, girl, and thanks for coming over to see your amca!
.
Hey there, dear soul! Good to see you here. You are a sower, I can tell.
.
Utopia would be in meeting Hesse. Perhaps, you are older than I might have thought. How did you manage that arrangement? Lucky you. That’s cool!
Very glad, am I to hear that you thought this one great. It is very nice of you to say that. Like I said above to Mariana, I may not be able to get out and browse for awhile, and I miss reading everyone’s new stuff tremendously. Take care, now!
My god, when things are missing is when we realize they are indispensable, I am so sorry uncle tree. But look at the good side of it, maybe it is fun to get out and stay for a while at the library (write a poem only with phrases extracted from book names) instead of staying locked at home.
By the way check the blog of a new on-line friend I have: http://artsandminds.typepad.com/artsandminds/.
Hugs
for Adam the Idol
so beautiful, so wonderful, so perfect,
who are you? said we
I don’t know him, said Pete
so stupefied —-
we let him slide
Hey, Mariana! I’m back to barkin’ live again!
I checked out artsandminds. I’d say, he’s right down your alley.
I’m glad you’ve met another bird of the same feather.
I’ll come visit soon. Hope to get another post up here shortly.
Be forewarned, it’s not going to be a poem. Not in the mood….yet.
See yuz soon! Uncle Tree
Yeah, Sherry, I figured Adam would take it.
But I never assumed any such thing. I rather was drawn,
or maybe…fond, of the last girl standing. She rocks at 17. Whoa!!!
KISS on American Idol was a killer throwback. I saw ’em live in ’77
and made it up front and center stage. Unforgettable,
as you may well know. Adam has found his garden.
The fish demanded ‘catch and release’,
and said, “We 3 will see you after a short break.”
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As, always. I am, impressed often.
Thank you kindly, Cheryl Ann! 🙂
Amazing! 🙂
🙂 Thank you, Margaret!