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and now i lay bricks on the ground; these heavy weights that have lain upon my shoulders. the graduate school applications have been sent off, and the holidays had. the rains come and i spend evenings at the piano. the children test my patience in the day, which seems infinitely shorter back at work. when one asks, (or begs) children to be quiet much of the day, one feels quiet themselves. i turn down the amplifier and play the guitar. drink tea. light candles. these are the things that remind me i am indeed still here. my wife on the couch preparing shrinky-dinks.
Posted by jeff pitcher at January 6, 2006 04:02 PM
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I don't know why, but this post reminds me of William Carlos Williams "The Red Wheelbarrow".
Posted by: ron at January 9, 2006 05:50 PM
you should continue to do things like drink tea, light candles, play the piano, sit with your wife... indeed they are the things that make it possible to continue to create. And with regards to your previous post, Satie's mentor/teacher told him he would never amount to anything. Satie routinely removed time and key signatures from his sheet music, using instead cryptic notes for the pianist, such as, "play like a nightingale at dawn," much to the frustration of many who have attempted to nail down his intentions. Neither of these scenarios seems to have had any ill effect on Satie's music or anyone's enjoyment of it. Keep looking inside yourself, to those you love, and to the many amazing things there are in this beautiful screwed up little world to be amazed by and the heaviness will continue to lift, the music will continue to pour forth.
Posted by: shannon at January 12, 2006 08:41 AM
