Category Archives: poetic prose

Protected: Gather Ye Red Flags.

October 9, 2019addiction, blogger theft, creative writing, drama, grief, healing, human behavior, light verse, original poetry, poetic prose, prose, psychology, relationships, scenes, short stories, slum culture, sociology, truth, Uncategorizedruth ann scanzillo

The Capriol Suite.

July 17, 2019arts education, civic commentary, classical music, classical musicians, commentary, contemplation, dance, Deep Thoughts, drama, grief, human behavior, musicians, nostalgia, poetic prose, political commentary, professional musicians, prose, psychology, social behavior, social commentary, sociology, truth, Uncategorizedamplifying outdoor concerts, brushburns, compressed videos, Eiji Oue, elitism, honoring principle, maestros, maestros batons, outdoor concerts, palpable memories, Peter Warlock, public concerts, revoking contracts, serving self, The Capriol Suite, Thymus gland, Union musiciansruth ann scanzillo

Strains of Warlock, piped across the live night air; amplified, then compressed: a posted video, momentarily searing the thymus. A fresh brushburn.

Wax;

wane;

philosophize.

Before that which honors principle, do most choose that which serves them?

Remembrance of the glory days, decades past, under the town’s most celebrated maestro’s baton, integral to these. The house, always full; the town, equally filled, with its talk. Performance, live, virtually every weekend. Inside; outside; running out, further, by bus. To most ears and eyes, everybody fully involved, equally satisfied.

Except not.

One handful, older musicians, heretofore secure, contracts unceremoniously revoked, scheduled to drop out of sight from month to next.

These, positioned, in the back desks of string sections, barely noticed by the teeming and energized, that complement rallied close to the stick to be among those increasingly closer.

The lesser talk, of discontent, unnoticed; no warning, no choice; mutterings, whisperings of master contract terms, incongruent with the surrounding ebullience. Such exchanges not self sustaining, lacking gravitas, generating remote, averting eyes, fading like irrelevance…

Now, among these, to float, beyond the stage

to dance

the Capriol Suite.

littlebarefeetblog.com

Password!

September 7, 2018blog welcome, blogger theft, creative writing, original poetry, plagiarism, plagiarists, poetic prose, prose, Reblogged poetry, relationships, sociology, Uncategorizedblogging with a purpose, password protected original work at personal blogs, passwordsruth ann scanzillo

Hey!

Thank God, WordPress.com offers a password option.

What does this mean?

Simply put, it represents a chance to present original work at your site which is not visible to everyone.

Bit by bit, I am taking advantage of this opportunity.

If you are a reader, and would like to access certain pieces at littlebarefeetblog.com, there is a password which I can give to you.

Please, go to my About page, find the email address, email me directly – and, I will provide you the password. But, first, you must offer me a short descriptor about YOU – in case we do not know each other, personally.

Then, click on Short Stories. The password protected installments can be found there.

Thank you!!

p.s. isn’t Obama right on the money, at this moment? I’m listening; are you? Feels like a Gospel Meeting, frankly.

Sincerely,

R.A.S. littlebarefeetblog.com