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מדורי במה







נועם סמואל
/ music land

He sang a poem to himself while walking down the street. The
birds chirped a tune that didn't mean anything; maybe they
have their own language. Maybe their meaningless tune is
speech.

His boss was next to the piano playing a speech about what
to do at work.

''You cannot do whatever you like! You need to work! We have
a tight deadline!

I also need to tell you that our company bought organs for
more fluid talking between our company workers who have a
bad singing voice.'' some of the workers faces blushed.

Do do mi re re ti do re do. It didn't mean anything special;
just ''you are what you do of yourself''. An inner-company
mail came, he opened it and listened.

''Your work rate is below the expected in for a worker in
our company! It is impossible that you will just sit there
all day, unproductive! We are seriously considering firing
you.

Thanks, do re sol fa fa''
His organ gave some, low, disorganized, and tones.

In the way back home he thought about the letter. He was
trying, of course, to work, but he was having trouble with
sight-reading since he was little. He went back home and
practiced sight-reading.

His wife got home and started singing her day at work; he
played his day in return, giving hard and short strokes to
the keys.

She couldn't believe, ''fired, but you can't get fired!''
''That's life; I'll have to look for a new job. But it's not
sure I'm fired yet''

Tomorrow it was, he was off at the street humming to him the
things he could do, slowly and sadly.

He could be a janitor, or any other work that didn't require
sight-reading.
NO! He is not less worthy than anybody else! Then he
remembers...
Once, when he was a child he used to throw a ball on a piano
and then hear ''the wisdom of faith'', which meant to hear
some inaccurately spelled rubbish and sort out some truth.

It took him a lot of time to understand what the sentence
the ball made was but he did it:
''Go out ball boundary'', all misspelled. What did it mean?
The ''ball'' word seemed out of context, so he had:
''Go out boundary'', what did it mean?
Nothing, it is rubbish, but then again, he should try. Maybe
''go out?'' no, that was not good enough... what was go out
boundaries? Go out of boundaries? He dins-! His mind was
struck with it, it WAS the right answer! He should go out of
the boundaries of music land! He will tell his wife when she
was back.

He sat next to the musical box that played an old song:
''After the adventure you go
Into the unknown
And come out triumphant
Make it to the end
Into the new world''
But if he wanted to stay home? He was starting to have
doubts. Well, I can always come back, or can I? The door was
slammed open as his wife came in, ''hello''
''I'm leaving''
''wha-''
''I was fired, and I decided to go and seek a new land out
of borders''
''You are not a child; this is no time for adventures!''
''I will not go and be some- street sweeper!''
And he went, and bought a boat and a tape recorder so he can
make a map. And he was off.

''Land ahoy!'' He sang in a high key, exited. He was in the
sea two weeks, approximately, he stopped counting somewhere
in the middle.

Close to the shore, two miles away...
And he made it! He was in another land!

He got off the boat and into the land, it was evening. There
were a lot of people on the shore. He didn't hear anyone
talking, but he saw their mouths moving and making strange
sounds, he could not write them because he had no way to. He
just remembered that they said the noises in monotonic
pitches, only ''fa'' and ''do'', could they make a language
from two notes? He went through the beach and into the town
when he heard language! At least it was some kind of
language, he couldn't really understand it. It came from a
guy that played a saxophone and people threw in round things
that looked like tags. Suddenly he remembered his home and
his eyes turned wet, why did he leave it, why?

Walking in sorrow he went down the street in the land of
quite, that's the way he called the new place.

Done, the ship was out and running back home. After an hour
he wished he were back on land. He shouted, ''Boat ahoy?''
into the wilderness. Suddenly, a soft, distanced soprano
voice answered him from the wilderness: ''boat ahoy!'' he
almost fell off his boat, and then he understood to whom the
voice belonged. His wife's boat was almost next to him, he
could even see her. She passed into his boat and they hooked
them together.

In two days they were back on shore, and he wrote a story
about his journey, and started a writing career.

After 45 years, at the age of 88, he died. His last words
were not in language, but in a strange sort of noises, that
didn't have pitch.







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לשלוח את היצירה למישהו להדפיס את היצירה
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
היי! אתם שם
במערכת - פירסמו
לי סלוגן ואני
עדיין לא מופיע
ברשימה של "ראו
אור" - מה קורה
עם זה?




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בבמה מאז 24/1/04 23:56
האתר מכיל תכנים שיתכנו כבלתי הולמים או בלתי חינוכיים לאנשים מסויימים.
אין הנהלת האתר אחראית לכל נזק העלול להגרם כתוצאה מחשיפה לתכנים אלו.
אחריות זו מוטלת על יוצרי התכנים. הגיל המומלץ לגלישה באתר הינו מעל ל-18.
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