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.................MUSIC...............
Music creates a pleasure so sensual and abstract, translates into vibrating air a nonlinguistic-nonlanguage whose meanings are forever just beyond reach, suspended tantalizingly at a point where emotion and intellect fuse.
paraphrased from Amsterdam, Ian McEwan
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Who lives within a family living fragmented lives, too far, and barriers to communication.
Money has a role on an individual's confidence, social standing and expectations. But it just cannot buy happiness. We have unfulfilled yearning for connectedness.
Understand, do not deny, we live in a state of perpetual decay.
Who lives within a family living fragmented lives, too far, and barriers to communication.
Money has a role on an individual's confidence, social standing and expectations. But it just cannot buy happiness. We have unfulfilled yearning for connectedness.
Understand, do not deny, we live in a state of perpetual decay.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
"You can't go neither forwards nor backwards in your Daddy's time, nor into your children's if you have them. In yourself right now is all the place you've got. If there was any Fall, look there, if there was any redemption, look there, and if you expect any judgment, look there, because they all three will have to be in your time, and in your body, and where in your body can they be."
"Two things I can't stand. A man who doesn't know what's true, and a man who mocks what is."Flannery O'Conner, Wise Blood.
"You can't go neither forwards nor backwards in your Daddy's time, nor into your children's if you have them. In yourself right now is all the place you've got. If there was any Fall, look there, if there was any redemption, look there, and if you expect any judgment, look there, because they all three will have to be in your time, and in your body, and where in your body can they be."
"Two things I can't stand. A man who doesn't know what's true, and a man who mocks what is."Flannery O'Conner, Wise Blood.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
"Stanley Ketchel was shot in the back and killed by the common law husband of the woman who had been cooking his breakfast."
Ring Lardner, 1910.
Ketchel is considered by many to be the greatest middle-weight who ever fought. He liked women.
Lardner's lead is likely the greatest lead ever written.
mek
"Stanley Ketchel was shot in the back and killed by the common law husband of the woman who had been cooking his breakfast."
Ring Lardner, 1910.
Ketchel is considered by many to be the greatest middle-weight who ever fought. He liked women.
Lardner's lead is likely the greatest lead ever written.
mek
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
"Billie Holiday was singing parlando, one of the late songs when she had lost her voice and had only her nerve in reserve. She was back on her sailboat in the middle of the Sound, maybe, in the moonlight, her voice filled with regret and desire; revenge would be the furthest thing from her mind. Successful revenge requires the cramped disipline of the accountant and she preferred the unruly emotions of the spendthrift. She needed protection, but there was none and so she sang. The song, imitated everywhere but never equaled. It would be a good thing if presidents were required to listen to the blues and a good thing also if they were require to drink while listening. The blues would give them an idea of the limits of human ambition and the consequences of righteous action, an appreciation of grief and ecstasy and inscrutable providence and the certainty of betrayal, along with the impression of memory and often its loss altogether. Truth and falsehood were next of kin. That was what Lincoln knew. " Ward Just Forgetfulness.
"Billie Holiday was singing parlando, one of the late songs when she had lost her voice and had only her nerve in reserve. She was back on her sailboat in the middle of the Sound, maybe, in the moonlight, her voice filled with regret and desire; revenge would be the furthest thing from her mind. Successful revenge requires the cramped disipline of the accountant and she preferred the unruly emotions of the spendthrift. She needed protection, but there was none and so she sang. The song, imitated everywhere but never equaled. It would be a good thing if presidents were required to listen to the blues and a good thing also if they were require to drink while listening. The blues would give them an idea of the limits of human ambition and the consequences of righteous action, an appreciation of grief and ecstasy and inscrutable providence and the certainty of betrayal, along with the impression of memory and often its loss altogether. Truth and falsehood were next of kin. That was what Lincoln knew. " Ward Just Forgetfulness.
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