sábado, 27 de março de 2010

I Am in Need of Music

I am in need of music,
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

Elizabeth Bishop

There is a magic made by melody:

When all things simmer, music soothes. When all things dull, music livens, like water on my head.

The other day I had that famous discussion with my mother, if you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind? I didn't hesitate to say "blind" at the same time as she said "deaf". I asked, but how could you live not knowing music? And she said, imagine not being able to see light?

People often observe rather quickly (when not blatantly making fun of) the fact that I half sing all the time instead of talk. If there's a silence, I soon find a tune. I also have a magical gift (or so I like to believe) of generating songs that grasp its lyrics onto my issue of the moment. I'm worried about something, or pensive with fretful feeling fingertips,or just living - and soon a song comes to existance. Once I even woke up with a song pouring out as I brushed my teeth.

With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow

Some time later I realize the incredible mechanisms of the mind, which like a dream, give me answers and syntheses in deep symbolism and poetry through music. It's my daytime dream mechanism. Like a child, I'm always somewhere between the concrete and the onirical, in the subaqueous stillness of the sea, held in the arms of rythym and of sleep, dream flushed to glow...

Dream flushed to glow!

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