it's all talk
12.14.2002
this is cool. i just acquired steve reich's contribution to the project. thanks, dave. the last track (four organs playing the same 13th chord for 15 minutes) is amazing.
¶ 10:43
12.13.2002
i cant wait until next year so that i can join the west african drumming ensemble.
saw the concert tonight, in conjunction with the west african dance class.
amazing, of course. and its always better when you go with your RA who just happens to be from ghana.
but the music, it just gets to my core. it makes me feel more than anything else in life, more than anything in love, even.
anthro/music double major, anyone? ¶ 22:16
saw the concert tonight, in conjunction with the west african dance class.
amazing, of course. and its always better when you go with your RA who just happens to be from ghana.
but the music, it just gets to my core. it makes me feel more than anything else in life, more than anything in love, even.
anthro/music double major, anyone? ¶ 22:16
12.10.2002
In My Craft or Sullen Art
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labor by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
-Dylan Thomas ¶ 21:44
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labor by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
-Dylan Thomas ¶ 21:44
i love you, carson mccullers.
¶ 14:59
12.09.2002
SO sentimental!
¶ 22:31
i am most certainly a sentimental person. and damn proud of it, too.
¶ 22:21
