"Splash!" wrote:
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<I recently watched a show on PBS with young prodigies. The Cellist was
<commenting on how difficult it was to remember the number of bars with
<nothing but rests in the Concerto. In the hundreds.
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<Moral of Story: Rests are a major part of the music!
I am reminded of the poet E.E. Cummings's poems. The last line of the second poem really gets me:
"but the very song of(as mountains
feel and lovers)singing is silence "
silence -------
silence
.is a looking
bird:the
turn ing;edge,of life
all which isn't singing is mere talking --------------------------------------- all which isn't singing is mere talking and all talking's talking to oneself (whether that oneself be sought or seeking master or disciple sheep or wolf) gush to it as diety or devil -toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles name it cruel fair or blessed evil- it is you (ne i)nobody else drive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing -you are deafened every mother's son- all is merely talk which isn't singing and all talking's to oneself alone but the very song of(as mountains feel and lovers)singing is silence
Regards, RIchard Hunter
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