{"id":950,"date":"2020-07-22T22:07:00","date_gmt":"2020-07-22T19:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/boyanmanchev.net\/blog\/?p=950"},"modified":"2020-07-31T02:07:58","modified_gmt":"2020-07-30T23:07:58","slug":"the-music-itself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/boyanmanchev.net\/blog\/comet-en\/the-music-itself\/","title":{"rendered":"The Music itself"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To play the body as you play a perfect instrument, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Every organ produces a new melody, a new variation, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To wield perfect mastery over the rhythm of cells. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">The cells trained to perfection <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To sense the shining sting of the genius infiltrating your biological course, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To cut through the body like an icebreaker, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">through the ocean <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To master the complexity <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To overcome the ethical abyss <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To never get stuck in the shallow waters of pettiness <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To not survive the wreck of unbearable exigency <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Yet to not humble yourself, to not haul in sail and leave the stock rust in the shallow waters <span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To be your body <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Stasis without metastasis <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To not allow death catch up with you in malice <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To be right and to look the worthy life into the eye <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Like in the morning when you look at yourself in the mirror <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To gaze not at death but at the serene life in dignity <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To be exactly this death of yours and this life of yours <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Measured as a perfect mechanism <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Like the perfect mechanism of the unfathomable <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">The disorganised choreography of the starlings murmuration in the springtime <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">The splashes of the sea the waves of the storm <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To collect every memory so as to see it in the eyes of worthy life\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To shelter it in the wilderness <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">To not rescue it or give it promises <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">But to stop it, to humble it, to nourish it <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">The images are the fragments of the body <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Of our body remain only fragments <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">The hedgehogs of the images <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Yet hedgehogs that <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><span class=\"s1\"><i>collect the forest mushrooms with dignity <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">at dawn <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">at dusk<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">*<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">No scale playing no register studying <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">But the music itself, outright, all at once <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">The music itself. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<h5>\u00a0<\/h5>\n<h5>Excerpt from the philosophical poem <em>The Virtuoso of Life<\/em> (2011-2012)<\/h5>\n<h5>Translated from the Bulgarian by Filip Stoilov<\/h5>\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"To play the body as you play a perfect instrument,\n\nEvery organ produces a new melody, a new variation,\n\nTo wield perfect mastery over the rhythm of 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