[Video: studio version of “I’ve Seen All Good People,” by Yes]
From whiskey river:
Not a few, but everyone, makes art. There is no art beyond the sensibility of the people confronting it: art is an interaction between object and beholder. The idea of a human being forced to concede the superiority of a work of art without in fact being able to participate in judging that quality is a surrealistic idea. In my area, the coyotes are still the best poets.
(William Stafford)
…and:
learn to say “I don’t know”
learn to say “I can’t say” “I don’t remember”
learn to say nothingtrain your memory to fail
recognize that you have the right to make mistakes
to stay muteinsist that the noise in your ears is due merely
to history’s winds or to the changes in pressure
that make mirages out of daily life
(Urszula Koziol, To a Young Man)
…and:
In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
Yet I, the changed one,
ask: “How you been?”
He grins and looks at me.
“I been eating peaches
off some mighty fine trees.”
(Wendell Berry)
