“The name Bach is 14,
number he used frequently in his compositions.
What is interesting is that his name,
the numerical value of the individual letters, are all Fibonacci numbers.
The piece has three voices:
A bass voice,
a second voice touched with the left hand,
the first voice played in the right hand.
This is called a fixed corner or
And together, these three voices create polyphony.
Typically, a nymphomaniac
is seen as someone who is not satisfied
and so has sex with many different people.
This is obviously true, but to be honest
I see this as precisely the sum of
all these different sexual experiments.
So, in that sense, I just have a lover."
~Nymphomaniac Vol. 1
If all of them result in one
Which one is you
And who is my One?
Whom do I superimpose on whom?
Who came first and who will stick at last?
"My past is closed" she said
Yet, mine, remains wide open
You come up, and then you, and you
Bubbles form – is it chance - and they are filled with question marks
Reveries abound of alternate reels
Pithy beginnings, moments uniting with growing time
If the Cantus Firmus is the one that sits atop the rest
Would it invariably, inevitably lead to you
Or is the One a great composite of facets
Of faces that made me press reset?
There was once an image of a rock
And a flower growing by its side
The baritone as a base and soprano its outcrop
A three tiered sound to a multi-tiered love
If the many reveal the one
How come she continues feeling so numb?
Is it Bach's use of 14 that matters
Or the spiraling sequence revealed in a name?
Where and when do we merge
And who ends up feeling real?
It appears like a mountain of amorous decay
A Cantus Firmus overlooking sinking fate
Who are my three?
Who makes up my sensual sphere?
How the hell could I know by now?
Three is two plus that One
The multitude and the solo on top
He stood out until his status dropped
While another midday musing came to full stop
Don’t we all revel in polyphony
While living out uneasy monogamy?
The ones in the dark,
The ones divested,
The ones we survived
They remain at the seat,
They offer up the ascending step
Which could mean that – You -
Will only ever be a composite
Of the previous pains that led me here