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		<title>By: Mary Evangeline</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary Evangeline</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 13:51:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>p.s. . . . and I also feel this painting thrumming quietly in my imagination when I listen to the words of &quot;Fan Dance.&quot;  Isn&#039;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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>p.s. . . . and I also feel this painting thrumming quietly in my imagination when I listen to the words of &#8220;Fan Dance.&#8221;  Isn&#8217;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.</p>
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		<title>By: Mary Evangeline</title>
		<link>http://samphillips.com/2009/07/13/walls/comment-page-1/#comment-386</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary Evangeline</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 13:39:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Miss S.  I don&#039;t know you in the face-to-face way, but I&#039;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 &amp; fears &amp; 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&#039;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 &quot;EL JALEO.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Miss S.  I don&#8217;t know you in the face-to-face way, but I&#8217;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 &amp; fears &amp; 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&#8217;s so much to see.  In some ways, we are all of us the woman in the middle &#8211; at other times, we are the men against the wall.  The painting is by John Singer Sargent, and it is called &#8220;EL JALEO.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: gumbo31</title>
		<link>http://samphillips.com/2009/07/13/walls/comment-page-1/#comment-377</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 01:10:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If you listen, there is plenty to hear. The track on The Believer is gorgeous.  Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If you listen, there is plenty to hear. The track on The Believer is gorgeous.  Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: Brett</title>
		<link>http://samphillips.com/2009/07/13/walls/comment-page-1/#comment-372</link>
		<dc:creator>Brett</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 12:37:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>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.</p>
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		<title>By: Joe</title>
		<link>http://samphillips.com/2009/07/13/walls/comment-page-1/#comment-369</link>
		<dc:creator>Joe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 02:36:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I like</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I like</p>
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		<title>By: Dramatic Coffee</title>
		<link>http://samphillips.com/2009/07/13/walls/comment-page-1/#comment-367</link>
		<dc:creator>Dramatic Coffee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 19:36:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Even though there are many a little shy human beings out there, just a few of us can follow the unspoken.<br />
You are definitely one of those, Sam.</p>
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		<title>By: Nance</title>
		<link>http://samphillips.com/2009/07/13/walls/comment-page-1/#comment-366</link>
		<dc:creator>Nance</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 18:19:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How very SPOOKY.  This page looks great!

Love you &amp; miss you,
N</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How very SPOOKY.  This page looks great!</p>
<p>Love you &amp; miss you,<br />
N</p>
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