Poem
by Richard Leach
and recited / sung (in 12 edo / JI) by Christiane Offenbar
and 11 edo vocoder / 11 edo synthesis by Chris Vaisvil
Christiane’s art installation of this work
the one that appears once in forty-four years.
Not the one that is full for a single night –
the one that is full every night it is in the sky.
Not the one on which to see a man or a rabbit –
the one on which there are branches and leaves in silhouette.
Not the one that is drowned out by a glowing city –
the one that is as bright above a city as it is where the sky is darkest.
Not the one by which you might read a newspaper headline –
the one by which you can read what had been invisible.
Not the one whose name is part of a figure of speech –
the one that asks us to say something new.
Not the one that rhymes with hue and shoe and June and spoon –
the one that rhymes with night and weight and hold and hope.
Blue Moon, Blue Moon, Blue Moon
And hope Blue Moon, Blue Moon, Blue Moon