Set the Table on a Roar

Duration: 15:00
Completed: 2010
Instrumentation: Flute and Piano
Dedication: For Zuza and Carmen

Program Notes

Lathem: Tell me, Oathior, do you not find fingered jacks dull, or even displeasing?
Oathior: How is that, my Lord?
Lathem: Music is with memory a bedfellow. Hearing it, I feel as a string in that box of jacks, pricked by a thousand quills. I wished it were not so, as I would much rather hear sensuous music in her immediacy than bitter memory. Therefore, I composed music that rearranged what I knew so well in such a fashion that I no longer knew it. It was if someone can rearranged all of the accouterments in my chambers and I mistook my own chambers for a rum hall upon return.
Oathior: I cannot imagine how such music would sound. Can you tell me how it goes?
Lathem: Oh.
A fee notifies

of beginning
the composition.
Then are

foxy concealments left
jilted, flown,
a mere backbone.
Shh, a hint.
Ho! An aria crooks’ ploy!
I knew it, a ratio,
a madhouse stint!
Abandon gains her whose word
is my initiation.
Mi.

It’s a gritty erase-gismo.
that
replenishes though
a talebearer host.

I knit a fishhook.
Ed vows you won’t ebb,
were yours showering?
Your lambs go so?
A nosy rug?
Our slimy refreshment of
wet worth?
notate a ton.

Young worm in a calf,
tricking noon?
He pans calf?
Two quilts, one guy.
Cymbals adore myth
enthralled hearts,
lit pens.

Ah, math
Truth leakage,
Poky social roar.

Kinch!
Think
a fuss, host it hot
overcame.
Mu

Oathior: E’en so, my lord.