For a break though, I composed a little poem. The opening quatrain makes an allusion to a famous statement made by George Balanchine - "I don't create. Only God creates. I simply arrange." Forgive me Mr. Balanchine if that is not verbatim.
I like to think there is music in everything.
Music is not a thing, it is a way;
the universe is entirely complete,
a perpetual motion machine,
the novelty is how it is arranged.
The ideas arise in everyone's minds
and they arise quickly and are as quickly gone
and with what we do, consider how it is done,
and how the multitude of ideas harmonize.
Between the margins of losses and gains
for any enterprise to be sustained
the primary concern is the way we engage
and success is defined in the manner of exchange.
So take note of the score on this page
and as much as what, consider how I say,
the melodic arrangement of language
is the musical way I communicate.
And when you try to balance the means to the end
keep in mind the way we comprehend
so what we accomplish is what we intend,
for the greatest benefit - the means are the end.
poem composed before noon, 11/19/15
in The Cartography Room, NYPL
Garrett Buhl Robinson