(Chicago, July 25,
Arriving well before sunset, we compose
of the 1st movement—listeners proceeding
accelerando toward the band
poco a poco to folding chairs
in a familiar
arrangement by the Park Department.
The players gather
finding their chairs. Highlighted
of spotlights, they run fingers
and lips over
discordant preludes. Stand-lights
shine on scores
of music anchored by clips against
We, a mixed audience, sit still for
the heavy bass
and black chords of Still's Symphony
"Song of a New Race," a major work
in G Minor.
Off-stage, a wren sings in a relative
an O'Hare-bound 727 drones overtones.
At the sun's closing
in the West
and the moon's growing crescendo
in the East,
we hear Liszt's
with piano but tintinnabulations
of a triangle!
The 8:15 South Shore makes tracks
As a divertimento, a virtuoso
an impromptu cadenza with
its wings, hovers
like a bee, and with a beak longer
than its tail,
sips nectar from petunias at the
edge of the stage.
Unprogrammed Harleys rev up on Columbus
Cleaners light nearby office buildings
evokes the sounds of human feelings
from the finale—
Shostakovich's Symphony No. 10.
and rejoice, rant and celebrate
we disperse andante
into the dark. Conducted leggiero
street lights to the el or to our
encores still ring in our inner
ears among the traffic.
© by Bernhard Hillila