Coda

Published by Victor Spiegel

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Coda: bits of life- a station, a crowd, a perspective. Genesis of Totem \To"tem\, n. [Massachusetts Indian wutohtimoin that to which a person or place belongs.] A rude picture, as of a bird, beast, or the like, used by the North American Indians as a symbolic designation, as of a family or a clan. And they painted on the grave posts Of the graves, yet unforgotten, Each his own ancestral totem Each the symbol of his household; Figures of the bear and reindeer, Of the turtle, crane, and beaver. --Longfellow. The totem, the clan deity, the beast or bird who in some supernatural way attends to the clan and watches over it. --Bagehot. I first met Adria as my piano student. She quit piano to immerse herself in the study and practice of Acupuncture – an intensive four-year education in the esoteric and complex world of Chinese medicine. In our discussions about her future and past, she mentioned that she was a singer, had recorded with a band, wrote songs, and played the Celtic harp. We also discovered we both had similar interests in the anthropology of religion, folklore, and the source of song. So, while making and creating all these songs she has been deep in the throes of tests, classes, and jabbing needles in people. What was the first song? Who sang it and why? Where does a song come from? Were the first songs about influencing nature or another’s feelings? Perhaps the concept of magic was to “spell” out words and music, and wrap in one's will the physical world. Enchantment means to be brought inside the magic of a song. How do other cultures approach the song source? For Creation, I wandered through the Technicians of the Sacred book, and, culled ideas from a variety of cultures and traditions about The Beginning. I let the resulting text seep through my fingers. As usual, Adria understood the deeper context of the idea, and brought her awareness and vocal expertise into becoming the Weaver of Time. The movement and the Naming of the World seems a very basic need in every cosmogony. 1 & 2 Creation She sweeps in her arm in a circling motion Calls up light from the darkling ocean In the ashes she draws an arc Within the center she makes her mark CHORUS From her fingers spray a sultan’s treasure Endless worlds without measure A drop of blood encodes the light As she forms it from the web of night Sparkling yarn between her hands She pulls it taut and time expands Your beating heart now awakes to see The Golden Garden of the Wisdom Tree. CHORUS From the caves across the steaming land She breathes into each glowing strand A whistling, warming wind spreads wide The shuttle in the loom of life begins to glide. If you listen you will hear her name In the mountains or the deserts it’s the same, In the oceans or the trees of pine She is the Weaver of Time. CHORUS 3 For Horses of Life we used War God’s Horse Song II (by Frank Mitchell) from the Navajo. I prepared the music, not knowing ex

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