Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears
Every Night
By Hugh Fox
Every night, it’s all we ever do, seven-thirty or eight over
at the Music Building or Wharton Center, so many fanatic
genius Russian Jewish cellists, violinists in the
music department, a few Brazilians, loads, loads, loads of
South Koreans, Chinese, Armenians, here we are in the middle
of Michigan and it seems like Internationalville, dying of inoperable,
untreatable cancer, but still flowing through Samuel Barber’s Hermit
Songs and there’s Israeli pianist ferociously accompanying Korean
beauty Bongshin Ko in Brahms first cello sonata and let’s try Schönberg’s
hypnotically night-evoking Verklärte Nacht to transfigure me back home
into another night of endless Prague, Vienna, Chicago, Santa Catarina
rivering it into resurrectional dawn.
Hugh Fox’s most recent poem to appear here was The Closer (April 2011).
