On Music

On Music Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps: silence of paintings. Language where language ends. Time that stands head-up in the direction of hearts that wear out. Feeling... for whom? Place where feeling is transformed...into what? Into a countryside we can hear.    Music: you stranger. You feeling space growing away from us. The deepest thing in us, that,... Continue Reading →

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