The Superstitious Ghost
Thanks to the help of a group of talented people, I have a recording of The Superstitious Ghost, my setting of a poem by Arthur Guiterman. In my next post I'll give more complete credit to those who helped me; today I'll simply say a big "thank you" to pianist Tom Strode, singers Lorna Hildebrandt, Kara Alfano, Karl Schmidt, and Paul Max Tipton, and sound engineer Victor Minetola.
The Superstitious Ghost is downloadable as a 6.7 megabyte mp3 file.
The Superstitious Ghost
I'm such a quiet little ghost,
Demure and inoffensive,
The other spirits say I'm most
Absurdly apprehensive.
Through all the merry hours of night
I'm uniformly cheerful;
I love the dark; but in the light
I own I'm rather fearful.
Each dawn I cower down in bed,
In every brightness seeing
That weird uncanny form of dread:
An awful Human Being!
Of course I'm told they can't exist,
That nature would not let them:
But Willy Spook, the Humanist,
Declares that he has met them!
He says they do not glide like us,
But walk in eerie paces;
They're solid, not diaphanous,
With arms! and legs! and faces!
And some are beggars, some are kings,
Some have, and some are wanting,
They squander time in doing things,
Instead of simply haunting.
They talk of "art," the horrid crew,
And things they call "ambitions."
Oh yes, I know as well as you
They're only superstitions.
But should the dreadful day arrive
When, starting up, I see one,
I'm sure 'twill scare me quite alive;
And then, O then, I'll be one!
Umie the Umlaut says, "ask your doctor about the Fredösphere!"
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