Happy Friday!
Our thought for today:
“Silence Has A Sound....”
—Muhammad Imran Hasan
Let us be very, very still, and try to hear what it’s saying to
us.
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- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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At the end of "Miserere", Pavarotti repeats three times: "A volte, la migliore musica e' il silenzio (sometimes, silence is the best music".
ReplyDeleteI love that, thank you, and I must check out "Miserere." In my artist's statement I just wrote about the sound of the temple bell that just goes on, silently, in the inner ear. A kind of non-sound that is like your constant awareness of the non-Twin-Towers, and kind of continual silent sounding too, a tremendous absence. And now, in our yard, a similar shadow of two non-pine trees, chopped down, that is a silence too. What's the name in music? A threnody?
Deletei've tried to be silent.
ReplyDeletei've tried to be calm.
now i just want to know that you're okay.
you don't have to write a post.
just check a box.
well.
i can't make a boxes.
just not used to you being THIS silent.
xo
So very sorry—I did not mean to worry you, dear Tammy. Too busy getting ready for my business trip; celebrating an important family birthday; and writing my artist's statement for a deadline. Poor blog got b(l)ogged down. Thank you for caring.
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