“Since There’s No Help” by Michael Drayton (Favorite Poem Project)


(Saxophone) I’m Kurt Sepmeier. I currently work at Performers Music in the Fine Arts Building
in Chicago. The Fine Arts Building is quite
important landmark in Chicago. It’s one of the oldest structures. It’s one of
the few buildings that has kept its antiquity. You still have the original hand-operated
elevators. You still have the original designs and
paint. It was once a carriage factory but in 1911, after part the factory
caught fire, it was reconverted into what
is now the cultural landmark for arts and music
throughout the Chicago area. I’ve been into music mostly my whole life so far and that
all started with playing the saxophone. I wanted to do that since I was young. In fact, my inspiration came from “The
Simpson’s” listening to Lisa Simpson and her baritone sax. Performance Music is a sheet music and music supply store. My job there is simply a lot of basic work of keeping music in
stock, making sure everything is filed and organized, tending to customers who themselves are
either amateur musicians to people who work in the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. Unfortunately, we’re one of the last
sheet music stores remaining within Chicago if not the whole Midwest. For some reason
the sheet music industry is diminishing. (talking) Performance Music actually got
its start as a one room area that sold nothing but recorders and recorder music. And two recorder players and the recorder society
its whom we have our closest and oldest ties. “Since There’s No Help” by Michael Drayton. Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part; / Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, / And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart / That thus so cleanly I myself can free; / Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, / And when we meet at any time again, /
Be it not seen in either of our brows / That we one jot of former love retain. / Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath, / When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, / When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, /
And Innocence is closing up his eyes, / Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, / From death to life thou mightst him yet recover. / I got interested in the Renaissance period as soon as I entered music school in
Pueblo, Colorado. We took a course on general music
history and once we got to the Renaissance period
everything just domino-ed from one after another. I fell into from the music I went straight to the
lyrics and then I sort of fell into the poetry and then just fell into the whole era. I chose Drayton’s “Since There’s No Help”
after I discovered it after breakup I had with a woman I was seeing since high
school. Saw her for about a year after a year she
moved to New Mexico and I moved to Chicago but we kept our relationship
strong long-distance wise. Telephone calls about every
weekend. Every few months we’d see each other. However, it was quite hard to
keep up that in large because of our
situations. I was not going to it was obvious I was
not gonna come back to New Mexico to go where she
was and it was obvious that she really didn’t want to leave New Mexico and her culture. (steam hissing) So, eventually we knew it was futile then we
call each other again we see each other and it was back on and all of a sudden our feelings were fresh again and all
reasonings of why it really shouldn’t and wasn’t going to go on were diminished. So finally about now two years ago she… she and I finally stopped talking. It just
that’s just the way it happened. The last conversation was “I’m at a family junction. Can I
talk to you another day?” And mine was “Sure what time?” and I haven’t heard from her
since. About two weeks after we broke up that was when I discovered this poem, Drayton’s “Since There’s No Help”. And I remember it discovering and
reading it and just feeling like this poem perfectly surmised exactly what I had been feeling throughout the whole four years. That is since there’s no help can let us kiss and part that is admitting that there is no hope that this
relationship is going on reciting the reasons admitting that admitting to myself that
I am emotionally done. To shake hands forever cancel all our vows and when we needed any time again be it not seen in either of our brows that
we one jot of former love retain. The middle part was something left in
the air. It was implicit. It was something I’d hoped to say but never could. That is it was of me wanting to say I really want to move on. Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover. I’ve had time to settle I’ve had time to meditate on it and move
on. So at this point the poem for sits as a landmark for how I once felt in my past. (saxophone)

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