The Glass Bead Game

Damn limitations.

I have been thwarted by my ignorance of HTML, my lack of patience, my lack of dedication and finally some certain design issues with Blogger.

I thought it would be great to create a full multi-media collage and let it flow from some initial concept. A song, image, poem, formula... my own solitaire Glass Bead Game.

I imagined grand mouse-over control, allowing symphonies of WAV's, video, still images, all to be determined to some degree by the "reader". What I've ended up with is the very, very pale shadow of the idea which you see below.

But since I'd already copied it to Blogger so that I could verify the links, I have to follow my own rules and publish it.

Begone, would-be Opus, and torment me no longer.




And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending-time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Nighttime flyers feel their pains.
Drugstore takes down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The truckers eyes read Overload
And out on the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spray gun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face.
Somehow its lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neon's dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid,
Wipes his gun- he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Suzanne tired, her work all done,
Thinks money-honey-be on-neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.
Wonder woman draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!
Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
On Broadway.
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say there's always magic in the air.