Whispers of Heavenly Death

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur’d I hear;
Labial gossip of night—sibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascending—mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
Ripples of unseen rivers—tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?) 5

I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses;
Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing;
With, at times, a half-dimm’d, sadden’d, far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.

(Some parturition, rather—some solemn, immortal birth: 10
On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable,
Some Soul is passing over.)

-by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

“Se”

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Heart racing
Palms sweating
Feet kicking
A final cadence plays
A bow that surely says
Time’s up
You’re up …

Moderator stands
Time’s up
No turning back
She introduces the song
Silence ensues
As a reminder of what I must do

Why am I so nervous?
It’s because you are there…
My friends and my family
And everybody I care for…

Legs flailing
My body shaking and I
Must stay cool and collected
It’s not my first time…

A head nod
He starts to play
Arpeggios fill the sky
As my body churns inside
Sighing and breathing slow
It’s all I’ve wanted so go
Share your talent with them
As God’s admiration he pushes
All my fears away

Piano e seguro de ti
I start to sing
Santa Cecilia
Don’t fail me now
I close my eyes
And start to express…

“Respiriamo insieme…”
I go silent
As the piano continues to play
The invisible violins, violas,
cellos and basses materialize

A forte plays on the violin “Protagonista del tuo amor
non se so sia magia o realta”
as the bel canto ensues
Expressing everything
the public looks at me
as I finish this amore melodía

Heart racing
Hands shaking
Palms sweating
Claps break the final chord
A smile on my face
A bow and present he who accompanied me in aria

All for you …
This night has been

José A. Clavell Acosta
2011

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i A sequence of notes or chords comprising the close of a musical phrase.
ii Notes of a chord played in succession.
iii Patron Saint of Musicians.
iv “Cinema Paradiso (Se)” Lyrics written Ennio Morricone.
v Cinema Paradiso (Se) Lyrics written Ennio Morricone.
vi A lyrical style in singing
vii A group of notes that sound together.
viii A long, accompanied song.

sleep

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Silence….
Destiny’s calling ….
Playground rocking
Children playing
Head swaying
Battling menace
The wind sweeping
Rocking the cradle
Resisting peace
Close your eyes
…and fall asleep.

Jose A. Clavell ®

To get full effect or grasp, please listen to Eric Whitacre’s “Sleep”

Rubies over Canvas

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Silver lover enticing
Enchanting sound your
Me reflection at my looking
As you follow I unto the white land
winds Autumn fly with clear crystal
snow. Rubies canvas drop on the white
pink ice crystals Warm on a body slither
You arrive too late.
Too it late was
turn Can’t back.
Whishing embraced me you
as the last cloud of life l e f t
Tell you I must
sorry I am…
gems My
too fall, Embrace last
at last… Will I
you see soon? Together at last
as Chopin’s Maestoso Allegro in E minor
falls to the sky.

Listen to Chopin’s Piano Concerto in E minor Op.11
(First Movement)

Not like this

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Just another day, getting home from the uni. I open the door to the house and I walk to my room. Just as I lay my bag and books down they are summoning me. I put on my comfy clothes, since I knew this was going be longer than I suspect. As I reach to the table, I see her in a black blouse and jeans with black shoes, alongside her I see him with a blue shirt with white vertical lines, saggy jeans and worn black shoes that are ready to fall off. “As you may know what the problem is… he just told me that we have to relinquish what we didn’t want to relinquish” She said in a somber tone, bowing her head as her bangs cover her face. Only nodding in response, I sit quietly waiting for the verdict.

Knots fill my back as the sound of silence lurks its head. The staring contest begins as fire consumes me and I slam my hand on the espresso table and the centerpiece falls and the sound of water dripping serves as a backdrop to what nobody expected to hear.

“Don’t YOU have anything to say, you made this mess and you don’t give a damn, do you? You’re just waiting for her to solve all your problems again, aren’t you? After how many years? 40? 30? You are a lazy ass man, who doesn’t even deserve to have her? Every mess you make she just cleans it up for you and you never appreciate her, or even thank her for all that she’s done to you!” He just sits there in silence as I bark and scream, never looking at me… just at the espresso table as sobbing ensues around me-

The young man with black hair, approximately 5’9’’ breaks the silence: “What’s done, it’s done. We have to live with the consequence of the actions he committed. Everything will be all right just- (screaming at the top of my lungs) Why do you say that, YOUR life hasn’t been like mine?! Your life and hers (pointing to the 34 year old woman, eyes full of disbelief) doesn’t even compare to what I’ve lived through. You only visit once in a while, only when you actually give a shit. She visits almost everyday but I on the other hand, I am and always be the one whose stuck here in this situation! You say you will help but the reality is that you DON’T. You- “This wasn’t supposed to happen… this… this…” Said the 50-year-old woman. “I never thought this would happen to me… to us… where and what are we going to do? There is no place for us. This is the last place they can take… Why are they taking it? This wasn’t supposed to happen… Why?… Why? “Sobbing hysterically making everybody silent. The man with the blue shirt looks at us and just says “I’m sorry”. He stands up and leaves, turning on the TV. in the room beside us.

Characters:

50-year old woman

34-year-old woman

Man with a blue shirt

Man with black hair

19-year-old man

Pandora’s Box

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Crisp green pasture surrounds my silhouette
The Sun’s fingers roam through my gleaming silver mane
Pondering on the extracurricular that begins at 3 o’ clock
Talking with my trusty blue soldier
As from the wrath of the gods a box wildly appears from Zeus’ homeland
And I approach softly, my trusty stead in hand

Around Pandora’s box I go,
Caressing it softly with my tail
Contemplating the thought of opening the box,
Just to see what secrets it will unfold

Humble and gratefully the carcass lays
Silent and obedient
He now knows his place
As he silently confesses his every whim
Silver, Gold, Rubies and Amethyst contrast the emerald grass
Just like a pirate with its treasure
I cherish it as my own…

Screaming and shouting my name
I wake up from my treasure filled sleep,
Covered in the jewels I robbed
Showing no mercy as my masters shouts
I knock them down, I get on top of them
my deathly white daggers scrape their face
Whiplash fills their bodies
As I triumphantly waits for my next victims

My heart is not ready to take off

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

This is my first composition for a string orchestra. I hope you enjoy. Soon I will post this audio with the lyrics!

Autumn Rain

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Eng.400, English Minor, Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature, Short Story

Eleventh month of the year, on the 29th day. Armagh, Ireland. Just another normal day, windy and rainy as hell, gazing at the window, thinking of the lessons to come at the Gate Theater. As the flickering light from the living room lamp dies, I turn to the hope that the sun will come out to help me trough my day. Time slowly dies as I wait for the rain to stop, just to see if I can tread into the wild that is my little town of Dublin. I leapt over the hideous brick red sofa, that old coffee table with last Month “Dublin Arts Now” and opened the front door in frenzy. As I stood at the door, the cold autumn winds embraced my pale skin and hear the rain. Without thinking I grab my bag and run to the theater passing through Thomas Street and St. Patrick’s Cathedral, turned left to the Grattan Bridge. The bridge where I would observe the stripped gold and silver fish that swam as a ballerina in the “Sugar plum fairy”, calling him Billy.

Running until I reach the theater, trying to breathe as the oxygen burned trough my lungs like my first time drinking 50-year-old whiskey with Brad after midterms last year. Gasping for air, Eoin and Brad scare me while asking me: What I did last night? Silently slumping as I tell them that nothing happened, they started talking about their latest conquests. While their conversation turned to what we did last Friday I the tavern I put on my brightest and fakest smile and laughs, quickly turning to my position on the stage as the professor enters the room. As I shove Eion to stop pestering me a waterfall of emotions crash on me, for little did they know that last night I was thrown out after I tried to commit suicide for everything they hate I am…

I’m a huge Coldplay freak… so…

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical, Random!

Yesterday their new album launched. It’s titled “Mylo Xyloto. So just to be sane and not freak more than I’ve already freaked out, since it’s such an awesome CD (which I’m not biased if I say you have to buy it/download it…ok maybe I’m a bit biased) YOU HAVE TO! It’s awesome!

Interviews on the Cd:

Singles:

1) Every Teardrop is a Waterfall:

2) Paradise

O Magnum Mysterium- Kevin Memley’s

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Choral Conducting, Choral Music, Musical, Uncategorized