Theremin Poetry

The poem is great fun. The neighbor, besides playing the Theremin, flys overhead (apparently without need of an aircraft) and has a few other qualities that "sets him apart from the crowd".

sitting in on theremin in the former yugoslavia


waving a hand over
one-antenna theremin
as the gypsy village band
pushes panjabi rhythms
turkish ulation
thru the churned up dust
radioactively coughing
depleted uranium out
the fissures of my skull
drum head wound to sound tight
in forgotten imitation of tablas

slipped my mind why
drag a musical device
best known from ufo flicks
to kosovo no nation
except protectorate
guns wrapped under the soil of
front yard gardens kfor patrols
smile walk by minds in flak jackets
shooting roaming pet dogs at night
regions amputated from tito’s dream
roma invisibly walled off from
ninety percent of this
ersatz albania

making hand gestures
at the world’s only
do-not-touch musical instrument’s
tremulous whooping
the frontman gives me a dirty look
lev teremin’s creation
alienating itself from
the yugopop without a country

grasping at balkanization
could I shred more cheese please

A haiku...


swooping and gliding
finding music in the air
doves and theremins



Gordon

A limerick...

There once was a man with a theremin,
with a voice like the singing of seraphim.
He played without cares,
till it fell down the stairs,
and now it sounds more like a terrapin.


Gordon

and in the style of Ogden Nash...


The theremin, the theremin,
it fills my soul with terrormin.
I have no hopes
of finding notes
with such a scope for errormin.


Gordon

Gordon, that last one is great! :)

Bravo! More more!

OK, a clerihew

Think kindly of old Leon Termin,
when you leave your audience squirmin',
and his curious claim that this'll
be as easy to play as to whistle.

Gordon

One last one before I hit the sack. Having just watched Nosferatu...

My house resounds with howls and screams
from nightmares filled with gruesome scenes
and ghastly shrieks, unearthly moans
that freeze the blood and chill the bones.

Did I dance naked under Satan's spell,
commune with things from deepest hell?
That would explain the banshee wail;
I called forth demons, bid them "Hail,
and welcome, fiends, please, enter in..."

No, I just bought a theremin.


Gordon

jeez... uh...

I'm just playing Christmas tunes on mine. :)