Magazine article World Literature Today

Frédéric Chopin Tweets from the Edinburgh Hogmanay Party

Magazine article World Literature Today

Frédéric Chopin Tweets from the Edinburgh Hogmanay Party

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A year before he died, Chopin stood outside his Stockbridge flat and reached up

into the stars. He hoped their distant gravities might -

Next moment (his feet hardly touching the cobbles,

Georgian elegance shuddering in his slipstream),

hes been accelerated 150 years and more into the city centre.

Sullen lanes are fisted into staccato-hammered scherzos, iron railings finger-click mazurkas.

Offices, high-end clubs, boutiques and basement

bars go into meltdown -

The Edinburgh skyline cascades upwards as rush of chords.

Here's Princes Street 2013. Here's Day-Glo Security,

plastic barricades. (Has there been a revolution,

and he's missed it?)

He hits the Gardens molto-precipito -

Give the man a welcome, a mobile and a hash tag -

keyboard-friendly fingers like his deserve a touchscreen!

The blood I coughed up, soaked into the rolled-out map of history.

We tweet our sympathy, re-tweet.

The pogroms, the ghetto es, the death camps -

We tweet the offer of a wall on Facebook. …

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