Contradicta
Your doubts might be the seeds of unknown flowers, if only you would replant them among your ideas instead of your presentiments.
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Words express meanings but their rhythms express their intentions.
Friday, June 30
Thursday, June 29
Contradicta
Delight is the first language to be understood and the last to be forgotten. But from birth until death the meaning of pain rests opaque and obscure whose clearest expression is silence or a scream.
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Anyone can think of clever things to say but can you explain to yourself exactly what you were feeling first thing this morning?
Delight is the first language to be understood and the last to be forgotten. But from birth until death the meaning of pain rests opaque and obscure whose clearest expression is silence or a scream.
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Anyone can think of clever things to say but can you explain to yourself exactly what you were feeling first thing this morning?
Tuesday, June 20
Monday, June 19
Wednesday, June 14
Contradicta
A flame bursts into being; a wave rises and falls; sounds enter the air and, soon enough, they fade away. Each event leaves an immediate and resonating emotion for awhile. There is no thread, no connection. Only final emotions, among the gratitude that somehing existed, exists, and the memory; we look for a pattern, a story- surely we will remember one- but- soon enough we see this is once again a game, child's play-which is enough but can never be complete, only somehow a cloud from which emerges another burst or perhaps some notes behind a pattern of spray.
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Not much traceable in the thread- in the sands where the patch of fog settled there- maybe a bit of moonlight wrapped in the fog-no message- more like a brief and complete arrival on stage, a definable face or presence followed by its immediate disappearance.
[with a wave to Claude Debussy and Nico Vassilakis]
A flame bursts into being; a wave rises and falls; sounds enter the air and, soon enough, they fade away. Each event leaves an immediate and resonating emotion for awhile. There is no thread, no connection. Only final emotions, among the gratitude that somehing existed, exists, and the memory; we look for a pattern, a story- surely we will remember one- but- soon enough we see this is once again a game, child's play-which is enough but can never be complete, only somehow a cloud from which emerges another burst or perhaps some notes behind a pattern of spray.
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Not much traceable in the thread- in the sands where the patch of fog settled there- maybe a bit of moonlight wrapped in the fog-no message- more like a brief and complete arrival on stage, a definable face or presence followed by its immediate disappearance.
[with a wave to Claude Debussy and Nico Vassilakis]
Monday, June 12
Thursday, June 8
Tuesday, June 6
Contradicta
First I embraced my doubts like they were my closest friends and they betrayed me. Then I learned to send them away quickly, with few words, like a known enemy, and they deceived me. Now I greet them warily and entertain them for awhile hoping to persuade them to tell me why they came. Until I extract their secrets-even if I banish and forget them- they will haunt me to the end of my days
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You can't be sure until it's done but then how you did it is already a memory.
First I embraced my doubts like they were my closest friends and they betrayed me. Then I learned to send them away quickly, with few words, like a known enemy, and they deceived me. Now I greet them warily and entertain them for awhile hoping to persuade them to tell me why they came. Until I extract their secrets-even if I banish and forget them- they will haunt me to the end of my days
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You can't be sure until it's done but then how you did it is already a memory.
Monday, June 5
Sunday, June 4
Friday, June 2
Thursday, June 1
Wednesday, May 31
Tuesday, May 30
Friday, May 26
Wednesday, May 24
Monday, May 22
Contradicta
There can be no secrets between friends when your silence confides as much as your words.
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Coincidence is a wink in the eye of eternity.
[For Alan Davies]
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I ran into Alan at St Mark's Bookstore yesterday. He asked me what book I was buying. I showed him-"The Neurotic Personality of Our Time* by Karen Horney. He showed me the book he was carrying in his briefcase, the one he is reading with so much pleasure now: same book. He had purchased his hardbound copy at the Strand. I told him I was carrying in my briefcase, Horney's *Our Inner Conflicts*. We had never discussed our shared admiration for this terrfic writer.
There can be no secrets between friends when your silence confides as much as your words.
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Coincidence is a wink in the eye of eternity.
[For Alan Davies]
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I ran into Alan at St Mark's Bookstore yesterday. He asked me what book I was buying. I showed him-"The Neurotic Personality of Our Time* by Karen Horney. He showed me the book he was carrying in his briefcase, the one he is reading with so much pleasure now: same book. He had purchased his hardbound copy at the Strand. I told him I was carrying in my briefcase, Horney's *Our Inner Conflicts*. We had never discussed our shared admiration for this terrfic writer.
Saturday, May 20
Friday, May 19
Contradicta
To be an artist is to be forever hungry for things you have never tasted, to relentlessly search for things you have never seen and can't understand, to repeatedly and warmly welcome back the most confused, lonely and unfair part of yourself, and the world- all for the singular joy of having something you can only experience by releasing it.
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Unforgettable music awakens abandoned hopes and forgotten dreams.
To be an artist is to be forever hungry for things you have never tasted, to relentlessly search for things you have never seen and can't understand, to repeatedly and warmly welcome back the most confused, lonely and unfair part of yourself, and the world- all for the singular joy of having something you can only experience by releasing it.
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Unforgettable music awakens abandoned hopes and forgotten dreams.
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