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Friday, March 18, 2016
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Thursday, February 11, 2016
Letters to Zoey, Video Clip
New Video!
John Chatterton/MITF Spring 2016
present
Letters to Zoey
written and performed by
Garrett Buhl Robinson
$20
Performances:
Wednesday March 23, 6 PM
Friday March 25, 8 PM
Sunday March 27, 2 PM
Jewel Box Theater
312 W. 36th Street
New York, NY
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Letters to Zoey at the Midtown International Theatre Festival - Spring 2016
Purchase Tickets: https://web.ovationtix.com/ trs/pr/955753
Tickets are $20
Three Shows:
Wednesday March 23 6 PM
Friday March 25 8 PM
Sunday March 27 2 PM
312 W. 36th Street
New York, NY
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Christmas Tree Song at New Year
Yesterday I was everything.
They found me in a dark stand and circled around me with cheers.
They brushed the shivering snow from my verdant fir and stood me up in their home.
They adorned me with ornaments and strung lights from my outstretched limbs.
They set presents before me, gifts wrapped in beautiful paper, tied with velvet ribbons and knotted in glorious bows.
They crowned me with a sparkling star and gathered around me with mirth and merriment.
Then one morning they rushed up to me and tore the presents open and turned away with all their attention devoted to what had been concealed inside.
Then, with the gathered wrapping and packaging, they tossed me outside.
Yesterday I was everything.
Now I am nothing.
Garrett Buhl Robinson
© 1/12/16
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Business Plan
Lately, I have been trying to be practical. I have concentrated my attention on the business aspects of my artist endeavors. I even began composing a business plan this week.
Business Plan
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.
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.
Business Plan
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
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Vive la France
My heart is broken for Paris,
my heart is broken for France,
my heart is broken for Humanity.
my heart is broken for France,
my heart is broken for Humanity.
La Mer
Receding inside the room of my mindfor Prof. Claudine Armand
where I open my eyes into a place
I have never been, through the window's light
I look out on the sea from Saint-Nazaire.
Listening to the music play
on the radio's crackling frequency
I let my mind drift out upon the waves
in a vessel composed from a symphony.
Winds blow the foam from the crests of the waves
that rise like mountains then suddenly drop
plunging down slopes of crescendos' staves
with strings bowing into darkening troughs.
On the swirling sea beneath the roiling clouds
my eyes stay fixed on the horizon's line
narrowing to a point on the stalwart prow
where the gathered sea meets the open sky.
And even on oblivion's cold void,
a single speck on the immensity,
there are endless bridges of harmonic chords
in the spanning beauty of Debussy.
Garrett Buhl Robinson
11-13-15
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