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That was so lovely, i feel the same way, but not just with rooms but places as well. i think that we leave the vibrations of our lives in the spaces we occupy and the bigger the sound of our lives the bigger the vibration.
Miss S. I don’t know you in the face-to-face way, but I’ve been learning from you for years through your music. Thank you for letting me come on this site. Just one thing to say: there is a painting I think you should see. The picture above reminded me of it, but then your musings on the stratified richnesses, the depth of absorptions, and the layers of soaked-in loves & fears & ecstasies that walls have. . . well, then I knew I wanted to refer you to this wonderful painting. I saw it once years ago, in a British library, in a book when I was working on my Ph.D. in European History. I stared at it, dumbfounded. Later I wrote a tight, ruthless little poem about it, and the inner scenarios it made ring inside my heart. I think you might like it (perhaps you already know it?). If you google it, try to see it as BIG as you can. . . there’s so much to see. In some ways, we are all of us the woman in the middle – at other times, we are the men against the wall. The painting is by John Singer Sargent, and it is called “EL JALEO.”
p.s. . . . and I also feel this painting thrumming quietly in my imagination when I listen to the words of “Fan Dance.” Isn’t it wonderful when music makes you think of paintings, or vice versa? Or a line from literature, or a flavor, or a fragrance? Ah. . . the cross-fertilization of the senses being fed. (Deep sigh). Being alive is wonderful.
July 13th, 2009 at 11:19 am
How very SPOOKY. This page looks great!
Love you & miss you,
N
July 13th, 2009 at 12:36 pm
Even though there are many a little shy human beings out there, just a few of us can follow the unspoken.
You are definitely one of those, Sam.
July 13th, 2009 at 7:36 pm
I like
July 16th, 2009 at 5:37 am
That was so lovely, i feel the same way, but not just with rooms but places as well. i think that we leave the vibrations of our lives in the spaces we occupy and the bigger the sound of our lives the bigger the vibration.
July 20th, 2009 at 6:10 pm
If you listen, there is plenty to hear. The track on The Believer is gorgeous. Thank you.
August 3rd, 2009 at 6:39 am
Miss S. I don’t know you in the face-to-face way, but I’ve been learning from you for years through your music. Thank you for letting me come on this site. Just one thing to say: there is a painting I think you should see. The picture above reminded me of it, but then your musings on the stratified richnesses, the depth of absorptions, and the layers of soaked-in loves & fears & ecstasies that walls have. . . well, then I knew I wanted to refer you to this wonderful painting. I saw it once years ago, in a British library, in a book when I was working on my Ph.D. in European History. I stared at it, dumbfounded. Later I wrote a tight, ruthless little poem about it, and the inner scenarios it made ring inside my heart. I think you might like it (perhaps you already know it?). If you google it, try to see it as BIG as you can. . . there’s so much to see. In some ways, we are all of us the woman in the middle – at other times, we are the men against the wall. The painting is by John Singer Sargent, and it is called “EL JALEO.”
August 3rd, 2009 at 6:51 am
p.s. . . . and I also feel this painting thrumming quietly in my imagination when I listen to the words of “Fan Dance.” Isn’t it wonderful when music makes you think of paintings, or vice versa? Or a line from literature, or a flavor, or a fragrance? Ah. . . the cross-fertilization of the senses being fed. (Deep sigh). Being alive is wonderful.