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Singing
From Ange Mlinko, “Conversion Comedy” in Poetry, March 2008:
Once you suggest the origins of music lay in the necessity of drowning out the cries of sacrificial victims, I start listening for them — the cries — under my own singing.
From Lillian Smith, Killers of the Dream (Norton, 1994, originally published 1949)
Church was our town—come together not to kneel in worship but to see each other. God was our Host, we were guests in His House, the altar flowers were fresh and fragrant, and if it was Communion Day the cloth was starched and white and the silver cup out of which every one drank was shining. And though we willingly listened to the sermon if it was not too long, and felt a deep flowing sense of togetherness when we sang the Doxology, we were there also to mend the little broken places in our knowledge of each other.
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3 Comments
1. Rosalie replies at 9th March 2008, 9:17 am :
Those lines from Mlinko in Poetry also caught my attention, Sherry. I’ve been thinking about the healing power of singing all week, because I think singing does more than cover our cries. Singing takes us to our pain, then it lifts it from us. Music and poetry. Such powerful art. — Ro
2. sherry replies at 10th March 2008, 11:33 am :
Actually, Ro, it’s unfair of me to pull the quotation out of the poem. But I do think art can be used to drown out the voices — think of anthems or something like Leni Riefenstahl’s German propaganda films. I guess that’s why I associated that quote with the Lillian Smith passage about singing the Doxology as a sort of gesture of white middle class solidarity.
I agree with you about the healing, transporting powers of music but I also think we should always be listening for the voices.
As Mlinko says in the Q&A following the poem — a newish feature at Poetry that I usually find pretty annoying for its uselessness:
3. Rosalie replies at 10th March 2008, 2:53 pm :
Perhaps because I’m a musician I don’t think about listening for the cries. I’m too involved with the music, with creating, interpreting and performing the music, to pay much attention to what it may be covering up. I do appreciate that at times this is exactly what music is used for, and the Q&A in Poetry (which I also find mostly useless and distracting) had me look at this out-of-the-ordinary (for me, at least) use of the medium.
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