notes

Why this or that note, chord or phrase - symphonies of praise?
are not Bach’s partitas prayer for one
hummed, strummed, plucked, pounded

Conceptually so are words conjoined in context but more dangerous since, speaking for myself, I cannot simply smile or grin, shrug my shoulders saying nothing; or at most; “i don’t know” soft shoe pawing the ground.

Nothing I’ve ever said or thought hasn’t been said or thought before and/or said in other ways and languages: marble, clay, musical

But then best is dance as I lurch about with Annie astonished both in silence
various in key mode tone rhythm all in praise for this morning
in laughing unto tears

. . . remembering my homage / shutter clicking / 400mm / waist deep in the violas / capturing Aaron Copeland
whenever hearing Fanfare for The Common Man exultant conducting hymns
no longer sad for the loss / for losing defines better what was / it was enough to have been
once

creation speaks in silence to/too/two/tutu/tutti/2
amen

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frankly I like mo better Yo-Yo Ma
less romantic
incise

130315 04:44 note
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fond fondling

When I speak I do so without authority beyond the precincts of myself, and then at that, merely to annotate what is left; this rusty blade stroked against adversity. 

Never my intent or ambition to join the sage’s rages calmly articulated against indifference and stasis. Yet while I stroke and stoke my curiosity I discover that odd thing and thought; God, it seems is humble, loving and kind - vastly more gentle than i.

. . . forgiving too

add: merciful: empathetic: compassionate: inseminating all life with an ineluctable will to live - free.

. . . and present in all things save those who know it not living in fear. Seeking ideal wishfully while the real is all there is. creator/evolutionist/anarchist . . . collaborative

enough

but then perhaps this is merely the ides - the middle of March - or the middle way between ideal and reality?

“Love' has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.” - Katharine Hepburn

“Talent develops in tranquility, character in the full current of human life.” - Goethe

. . . for you this is conjecture; for myself, it is a paving stone upon and unseen path evolving

130515 03:06 fond fondling

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