{"id":2134,"date":"2010-12-04T01:14:06","date_gmt":"2010-12-04T06:14:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/?p=2134"},"modified":"2020-05-07T13:32:49","modified_gmt":"2020-05-07T17:32:49","slug":"ed-sanders-poem-to-a-gnossienne-of-erik-satie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/2010\/12\/04\/ed-sanders-poem-to-a-gnossienne-of-erik-satie\/","title":{"rendered":"Ed Sanders: Poem to a Gnossienne of Erik Satie"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre id=\"velkynadpis\">(to be read while listening to Gnossienne #5)\r\n<video>http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=DIBgRO3GXCo<\/video>\r\n<\/pre>\n<h2>Poem to a Gnossienne of Erik Satie<\/h2>\n<h4>Ed Sanders<\/h4>\n<p>The issue of the rose<br \/>\nso vital to our youth<br \/>\nshall rise again<\/p>\n<p>It always has<a href=\"http:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/satie40.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-2138\" title=\"satie40\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/satie40.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"286\" height=\"309\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nit always<br \/>\nwill<\/p>\n<p>And it&#8217;s<br \/>\nour dance of<br \/>\nour life<\/p>\n<p>to grow the rose<\/p>\n<p>It always was<br \/>\nIt always will<\/p>\n<p>Ink on paper told me that<br \/>\n&amp; the rose agrees<\/p>\n<p>It always has<br \/>\nit always<br \/>\nwill<\/p>\n<p>There comes a time<br \/>\nwhen all the<br \/>\npetals have to fall<br \/>\n&amp; yet there&#8217;s<br \/>\nsuch a place<br \/>\nwhere petals<br \/>\nnever fall<\/p>\n<p>You know, my Erik&#8211;<br \/>\nthey&#8217;re the same same place!<\/p>\n<p>Everyone<br \/>\nhas a right<br \/>\nto food, a decent place to live, health<\/p>\n<p>&amp; fun, my Erik,<br \/>\nfun &amp; fan &amp; fun<\/p>\n<p>The rose haunts<a href=\"http:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/satie1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-2140\" title=\"satie1\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/satie1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"288\" height=\"437\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nall of time<br \/>\nit always has<br \/>\nit always will<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile<br \/>\nall of us fade<br \/>\nto the same<br \/>\nsame<br \/>\nanarcho-determinist<br \/>\npost-marxist<br \/>\nplace of the sun<\/p>\n<p>in our<br \/>\nfurry pajamas<\/p>\n<p>And the rose haunts<br \/>\nall of time<\/p>\n<p>it always has<br \/>\nit always will<\/p>\n<p>March 1998<br \/>\n(please play Satie&#8217;s Gnossienne #5<br \/>\nwhile slowly reciting this poem.<br \/>\nToward the end of the music chant<br \/>\n&#8220;The Rose haunts all of time&#8221; 6 or 7 times.)<\/p>\n<p>This poem also appeared in <em>Work #6, a 2009 Detroit Artists Workshop Anthology of Generations<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(to be read while listening to Gnossienne #5) http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=DIBgRO3GXCo Poem to a Gnossienne of Erik Satie Ed Sanders The issue of the rose so vital to our youth shall rise again It always has it always will And it&rsquo;s our dance of our life to grow the rose It always was It always will Ink [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2134","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-music","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2134","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2134"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2134\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2134"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2134"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thebookbeat.com\/backroom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2134"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}