The Magic of the Cities.

Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer

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Showing posts with label lovers. Show all posts

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Love


“If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything.”
Marilyn Monroe


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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Saturday Afternoon








If by chance some day you're not feeling well and you should remember some silly thing I've said or done and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled.

~ Red Skelton 

Link to Our World Tuesday


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Saturday, June 8, 2013

Lovers Point


“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all the friends I want to see.” – John Burroughs

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About the Music:
New York Times. May 17, 2013. 
Ritual Reaches: Playing the Backside of a Violin, Using a Guitar Like a Cello.
By Corinna da Fonseca-Wollheim.
The woman onstage appears to be struggling. The sounds that are coming out of her are wordless, labored and worrying. A wheezing inhalation. A whispered scream. Choking, gagging, strangled croaks. A high-pitched whine that remains trapped behind her closed lips and masklike face.
Many composers today explore the border between music and sound. But the work of Julio Estrada, the subject of the last Composer Portrait of the season at the Miller Theater on Thursday evening, teeters on the threshold between sound and something else.
In works like “miqi’cihuatl,” for female voice, which here received a mesmerizing performance by Tony Arnold, the thing on the other side of sound is not silence but a primordial state of consciousness, in which emotions manifest themselves in a physical form that is viscerally understood long before it is expressed.
On paper, Mr. Estrada, a Mexican composer and mathematician who recently turned 70, cuts a forbidding figure. His Modernist credentials include studies with Nadia Boulanger in Paris, a residence at the Donaueschingen Festival in Germany and theoretical treatises on the relationship of rhythm and pitch. Because of the tortured complexity of his obsessively notated scores (partituras in Spanish), some musicians refer to them as parti-torturas. But Thursday’s survey proved that while Mr. Estrada’s music is undeniably difficult to play and listen to, it is also wildly entertaining to observe.

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