Tuesday, October 14, 2014

A Soprano Practices




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Breathe.
Hum.
Notes will follow.
Timbre,
vibration,
support,
mask,

air speed,
narrow through passagio,
bite into tone.

Headier,
Go for headier,
core in the sound,
legato, LeGato, LEGATO.
Vibrato.
Italian, french, german,
translate text.

Emote.
Connect.
Find the high B flat.

So exposed,

dig down deep in the body,

go, you can do this.

Argg!

Too wide.

Try again,
and again,
and again.


I sing and teach classical music. I am a big lyric Soprano--bordering on spinto--this is what practicing is like for me--about an hour and a half a day, most every day--

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014.  Posted for dVerse.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Finding Home




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John Higson
Point of Ayre
March of memorials swimming in movement, Oakland, CA




i wonder sometimes
when i see fish fly past 
on thermal currents,
blue on green,

if i could find my way home
the way they seem to,
always headed
back to the water
as though
it called to them
in some secret language 
that only they understand.

i seem to lack 
the instinct
to find my way home
unless i write
and even then
i arrive home
by happenstance,

turning down
roads unexpected,
winding
down gutters
with the rain
watching sticks 
float by
wondering
if all sticks make their way
or just a chosen few.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014