NOTE: The following is from Burk Ketcham. I simply posted it here for him. — Ron
Even though I found our February book (Orpheus, Song of Life) to be a difficult read, the discussion was enlightening. Sid asked why the Orpheus mythology has been used and had endured in so many different ways over the years. Nobody appeared to have an answer. I felt that the author used everything Orphic she could find and dumped it into her book. Sometimes, less is more!
One plus out of all this was David’s mention of Orphism, an artistic offshoot of Cubism. Since I am trying to improve my artistic skills and knowledge, I went to the web and discovered that Robert Delaunay was a master of Orphism. I had seen and liked his art in the past but did not know it was of any school of art. A couple of the original paintings I did for seasonal greeting cards last year might be classed as Orphism. It is a stretch to connect the Orpheus myth to the art produced by Delaunay but does it matter? His art seems to use contrasting colors to advantage in abstractions. I like that and, who knows, I may embrace Orphism.
Several years ago I wrote the following poem which may have had an unintended link to the mythology of Orpheus:
SONATA FOR ENGLISH HORNS;
I have a question my good friend
What if all the leaders of the world
Had to learn to play the same musical instrument
Which one would be most conducive to peace?
That is an interesting question
And I will ask around.
As to the least belligerent in sound
The harp quickly comes to mind
Then good fortune struck
And I found myself being driven to
A Cuban briefing session in Seattle
By the conductor of the Northwest Sinfonietta
Christophe Chagnard gave it some thought
And agreed that the harp was right up there
In the class of instruments non belligerent
But had another to propose.
That is the English horn
Of mellow and plaintive tone and
Originally named engellisches horm
Or angelic horn
Thank you Christophe and now to the UN
To require that all world leaders must
Learn to play the English horn
Or face humanity’s scorn
Our president is complying
While our military industrials
And their Congressional lackeys
Beat the drums of war.
Fidel Castro had this to say
I refuse to comply
As my beard would get in the way
And you can’t take that away
But I predict that some day
All world leaders will converge
To play my
Sonata for English Horns
We will have peace