1. at least oblivion offers peace, an unvoided contract of open sky and blue bliss earned by so many but reached by so few in that space between each step in that space between each breath don’t blink in that space between each heartbeat the moment glows do you see it? 2. oh, the sinister [...]
Fascinated with the emotional, social, and expressive dimensions of one of the most complex and ubiquitous human concepts, Philo set out to learn more from one of the earth’s self-proclaimed masters in the subject of Love. Having received numerous degrees from prestigious schools, and having written and published dozens of very well-received books and articles [...]
Do all trees weep, Or do they stand and Suffer us to live beneath Them unawares That there are those whose height And times stretch further than Our own, Whose reach is more eternal And whose loyalty is pure, unfeigned And firm from earth to sky?
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Under the weathered awning, the vagrant’s joints began To ache, hiding from the rain, he scratched his Roughened, feeble knees and cast his sunken eyes Up and down the thoroughfare. Storm subsiding, and Then a biting wind. He had sat there long enough To know a cold snap when he felt it, twitched his Hirsute [...]
I’m beginning to acquire a practical understanding of just how futile artwork is in a vacuum. I believed it before. I knew it in my mind. But I now feel it sinking into my gut. Actually experiencing it is something else entirely. Although I would likely dance on a desert island, and probably clang coconuts [...]
“Debussy once left a concert hall in the middle of a Beethoven symphony, complaining ‘Oh no, now he starts to develop.’” — As reported in Eero Tarasti’s Signs of Music: A Guide to Musical Semiotics
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Mahogany gallant Kinkade treasures giddy frappes and cappuccino cluttered corners contribute to it. That’s what I say Am I in this triptych? Take me outside, tuckered up and running night’s pitch and stoking stars brighten shades. Witness this, the best of all.
Yesterday fall struck In the winds I can smell the trees turn to rainbows
Inspired by the poetic residue I discovered in my sketchbooks, I’ve taken to writing more frequently lately. For the past few days, after I crawl into bed I’ve doodled words into my “to-do’s” notebook driven on by my state of hypnagogic delirium. Here are the results. Some are silly, some are elegant, and some are [...]
Those of you who have heard or read my ranting about how obsessed with the past music education is (especially compared to the other arts!) will not be at all surprised by my attraction to this jewel of a quotation plucked from Bertrand Russell’s oeuvre. I rediscovered it yesterday while venturing into the climes of my [...]
