Thursday, July 23, 2009
wrote messiaen
"For me," wrote Messiaen, "it is here that music lives: music that is free, anonymous, improvised for pleasure, to greet the rising sun, to charm one's mate, to tell all the world that this branch and this meadow belong to you, to put an end to all disputes, bickering and rivalry, to work off the excessive energy born of love and joie de vivre, to articulate time and space and join with your neighbors in constructing rich and improvised counterpoint, to solace your fatigue and to say farewell to another portion of life as the evening falls."
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Jesus.
O broken earth,
Land of my birth,
to Destruction speeding!
Yet in this night,
I would delight
in Unbroken Shards of Eden.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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