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Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Day and Night The Piano Played

Day and night the piano played
Never once did the soft notes stray
Over and over on and on they played
During my short stay t
Day and night, night and day
The same soft notes were played
Never did they stray the same notes
Played again and again night and day
The music wandered and wandered
Until with me it stayed
And I began to whistle night and day
The same soft notes over and over
Again and again and again I played

poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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In making a speech one must study three points: first, the means of producing persuasion; second, the language; third the proper arrangement of the various parts of the speech.

quote by Aristotle
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Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.

quote by Frederic Chopin
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A mutual arrangement, I repeat, is the only satisfactory medium whereby the present system can be carried on with any degree of satisfaction, and in such an arrangement the employers have more to gain than the workers.

quote by James Larkin
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If a university official's letter accusing a speaker of having a proclivity to commit speech crimes before she's given the speech - which then leads to Facebook postings demanding that Ann Coulter be hurt, a massive riot and a police-ordered cancellation of the speech - is not hate speech, then there is no such thing as hate speech.

quote by Ann Coulter
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Unforgettable In Your Ear

There are notes in music
that take you high.
And notes that take you low.
When you listen to the notes of music
you never know where you'll go.

Within one song the notes you hear
affect how you will feel.
A plaintive melody might make you sad
or remind you of your pain.
But all of that can change in a minute
as you feel your emotions drain.

Uplifting notes can bring to you
a few moments of ecstatic peace.
Each inspiring strain can take you where
you are able to release
whatever it was that was troubling you,
erase it for a minute or two.

These notes are magic and so is life.
They're there and then they're not.
They're a gift to you from composers
that plant a forget-me-not.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Tyring To Be Smooth In Speech

this morning i read
some notes
about myself and i notice how i tried to be
smooth
in my speech as my notes still want to insist

ethical considerations
the motif of my day, the struggle to be always
calm and cool
the war against the tendency
to hurt another without our conscious knowing
but
all seems to be
a kind of futile attempt to be kind
and gentle
like a dog wagging its tail when you meet
along the doorsteps
of your house

i open some pages again of my
diary
or journal of the day
on a cup of tea
and two pieces of cookies

at first the language flows like a river
clear and
i even tasted a cup of its water
smooth to my
esophagus
and cool to my gum and i think
sweet, even sweet to my tongue
and i can feel
it flowing again smoothly
to my intestines

and then here i am finally
vomiting

i suppose nostalgia
is nothing but
nausea, the speech of loneliness
about a memory
long gone and very far away
the words are smooth
and then
somehow they kill

i close the journal at once
i open the window
let the air come in

as i wait for the morning sun
to shine and then
warm me a bit

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You've got to realize. In the western world, regardless of what color you are, what title the music is, it's all played by the same notes.

quote by Ornette Coleman
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The human mind is not capable of grasping the Universe. We are like a little child entering a huge library. The walls are covered to the ceilings with books in many different tongues. The child knows that someone must have written these books. It does not know who or how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. But the child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books - a mysterious order which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects.

quote by Albert Einstein
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Free speech is meant to protect unpopular speech. Popular speech, by definition, needs no protection.

quote by Neal Boortz
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Language is legislation, speech is its code. We do not see the power which is in speech because we forget that all speech is a classification, and that all classifications are oppressive.

quote by Roland Barthes
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The Whole Show

This show is from an extrovert,
Amazed, delighted is the audience.
His speech is amber, for it pleases,
The body to speak, the laughter is pleasing.
Your armpits sweat as well as your forehead,
But anymore showing creates agitation.
The booing is prominent, always exercised,
By the way, we laugh and jeer like cameras.
It is the armoury of the show
So impressive, an arm will stop.
The presenter wants to listen intently
To the whole arrangement of causes;
A request is being made:
Please sit patiently for the whole show.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Into The Dream

Played his last hurrah
a true poet
his notes
from the internet
beamed
all over the world
freewheeling
like Bob Dylan.

poem by Vince Gullaci
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We stuck the record head so it kept on recording over and over on top of itself and played keyboard notes into it to create this ghost repetition melody.

quote by Colin Greenwood
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I have played in rain before. I have played in wind before. I have played in cold before, but not all put together. They were the hardest conditions I ever played in.

quote by Michelle Wie
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Notes

Primate, elemental, spontaneous and emotional;
The point of drunkeness is what i see around me,
But i do have my notes for you.

This is like the quasi-mystical secrets cilts,
And there arose the fear of the society;
But you have to cry for help when being cheated!
With others living in a turquoise-roofed temples,
Because the notes of this world are not always equal.

Geomancy and physiognomy with the notes,
But be very conscious of the parallels like the mandates of the heavens! !
For they are armed to the teeth and i am only around with my ink,
But i do have the notes about this world for you only to learn from.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Where Are My Songs?

Where are my songs?
I can't write them anymore.
My head can't hear them,
not like before.

They came so easy.
I heard them in my ear.
I thought about you
and all the notes were clear.

But now those notes
just don't seem to flow.
They've escaped into dissonance
and where did they go?

They went away in a flash
just like you.
Now that they're gone
there's nothing I can do.

I'll have to be inspired
in another way.
I'll listen for some new notes
on every single day.

And when they appear
I'll know that I am free.
Never again will I lose them
like you lost me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Restaurant fragments

That day we were in Burgundy’s
and somebody played the notes
of “Ballade pour Adeline”
on the piano
and it was peaceful in that restaurant
while a waiter brought the menu
and I ordered a bottle of white wine for you
and drank a glass of golden Hunters.

You were busy with your notebook
and were searching for a shopping list
as if suddenly it had disappeared
but everything was inter-textual
and our life played out in small happenings.

Much too quickly the time between us
was running out
so as if you already
had other greener pastures
and you were busy with the list
of things that we have to buy
and the quietness of the restaurant
came to lie in my heart.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Miracle Of Psalm 23

played on the You-tube
psalm 23
letters synchronized with
the notes
of the piano music

somehow
the days become confident

drops of water
knowing what rivers are

perfection comes
in a heart that is full