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In lieu of my customary whiskey river Fridays post today — computer crisis last weekend, and other real-life obstacles (all pleasant) since — I thought for today I’d just direct your attention to the source itself.Particularly, take a look at the excerpt from Jan Zwicky’s poem:
Practicing Bach
There is, said Pythagoras, a sound
the planet makes: a kind of music
just outside our hearing, the proportion
and the resonance of things — not
the clang of theory or the wuthering
of human speech, not even
the bright song of sex or hunger, but
the unrung ringing that
supports them all.…
Is the cosmos
laughing at us? No. It’s sayingimprovise. Everywhere you look
there’s beauty, and it’s rimed
with death. If you find injustice
you’ll find humans, and this means
that if you listen, you’ll find love.
(Jan Zwicky [source])
Not a bad note to round off (or to kick off) any week at all, hmm?
Sevigne says
Beatrice Bruteau’s “a song that goes on singing” came to mind as I read your excerpts for the week, and I thought that if you are not familiar with her contemplations you might like to.
“I tend to go along with the idea of an expanding universe; I don’t have an Omega. I don’t think there’s a final end point; I think it’s a song that goes on singing. We don’t sing the song in order to come to the end of it. The divine Self-expression isn’t trying to complete itself. We impose that idea because we generally do things with some kind of a defined goal, but here we’re doing something with the Infinite, and so it doesn’t have a limited or defined goal for itself. It’s trying to express the Infinite in the various media of finitude. I would say that life attains its goal —it becomes what it is supposed to be, fulfills itself —precisely by never coming to an end. If it ever did come to an end in which there was no more novelty, there would be no more life; it would be dead.” – Beatrice Bruteau.
John says
That is beautifully put, and a perfect whiskey-river-Fridays contribution. Thank you for the introduction to Bruteau. (She doesn’t have a Wikipedia page yet [aside: hmm… research topic?], but even without one, she makes her presence felt there in the references which cite her as editor/author.)
Wonderful to see you here. We just got back from almost a week off-line — will dive into your email messages sometime today!