Month: December 2015

Happy Birthday…

Take everything you like seriously, except yourselves. At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done. If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten. I am, by calling, a dealer in words; and words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears. Rudyard Kipling – whose birthday we remember on this date.   Image found here.    

Happy Birthday…

    Just one of the hundreds and hundreds of comic books I used to own as a kid. This particular web-slinging hero was created by one Stanley Martin Lieber, now better known as Stan Lee, whose birthday we celebrate on this date. Comics were a huge part of my childhood, and many other children’s childhood, as well. Happy birthday, Stan. EXCELSIOR!     Stan Lee photo found here. Comic cover image found here.    

Again… Music!

Music possesses only the pure perfection of fact – a fact rising in rhythms of sound. Rhythms which seem inhuman, because they’re essentially free from desire, fear and distress. Free from all the visions of glory, honor or the longing we impose upon music’s facade. Free from the emotional baggage, without which we cannot listen to any merely human music. For whatever remains when the merely human has been stripped from our arts, must be the essence of a communication from we know not where… with we know not what.