November 16th, 2007
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ode to glenn gould

oh how i love to watch him play
on his stool that is much too short
in his cottage in northern canada (where my heart lives)
everyday life as a beautiful composition
the goldberg variations
his movements almost like tai chi, soft and rythymic
breathe in, breathe out
but the best part, yes, the very best part is seeing his face light up as he sings along to the music made by his fingers.
uncontrollable spurts and tics
it is impossible for me to not smile while watching this.
i want to jump out of my chair and let my heart burst wide open
in a huge explosion of ‘this is what it means to be alive’.
and this is how it feels

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