tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post3775124222416356476..comments2024-03-01T00:32:17.498-05:00Comments on Read Write Believe: Poetry Friday: Wallace Stevens and MusicSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-55965051665078453512008-10-24T21:04:00.000-04:002008-10-24T21:04:00.000-04:00Mary Lee, I would blush, but I'm laughing too hard...Mary Lee, I would blush, but I'm laughing too hard at your kiss-off of Wallace. I believe he would've adored you anyway.<BR/><BR/>I enjoyed writing this post today. And last night, as I watched and listened, I was enjoying being a writer, knowing that I could save details in my head and rearrange them later on the page. <BR/><BR/>Thank you all for attending my little concert here. It cheers me immensely know my audience is kind and patient and even shouts a few bravas now and then.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-28849118084529146352008-10-24T18:50:00.000-04:002008-10-24T18:50:00.000-04:00Sorry, Wallace. I like Sara's words better than yo...Sorry, Wallace. <BR/><BR/>I like Sara's words better than yours this week.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-51579324068694968392008-10-24T15:21:00.000-04:002008-10-24T15:21:00.000-04:00I wish I knew this poem when I was a full time mus...I wish I knew this poem when I was a full time musician. <BR/><BR/>I can picture every one of the kids you describe. <BR/><BR/>Music does amazing things.Yat-Yeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04028075516122778317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-45448186990645167232008-10-24T12:16:00.000-04:002008-10-24T12:16:00.000-04:00What a beautiful post today, Sara. Thanks. It made...What a beautiful post today, Sara. Thanks. It made me think of what T.S. Eliot said, that genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. Musical compositions are the same way - and we "reason about them with a later reason." But it's your description of the kids that really hit home. I wonder if music teachers ever talk about the joy, the pleasure of it all?Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-6968162500292627972008-10-24T10:42:00.000-04:002008-10-24T10:42:00.000-04:00"Irrational moment its unreasoning, As when the su..."Irrational moment its unreasoning, <BR/>As when the sun comes rising, when the sea <BR/>Clears deeply, when the moon hangs on the wall <BR/><BR/><BR/>Of heaven-haven. These are not things transformed. <BR/>Yet we are shaken by them as if they were. <BR/>We reason about them with a later reason."<BR/><BR/>YES! Your description of the young people's music evening and the Steven's poem are perfectly matched. Thank you for this!Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-30852592926885944632008-10-24T10:39:00.000-04:002008-10-24T10:39:00.000-04:00Okay, so Liz did what I wanted to do: quoted that ...Okay, so Liz did what I wanted to do: quoted that beautiful bit you wrote there. Wow. That could be a Poetry Friday entry in and of itself. <BR/><BR/>This post is so fitting for me today, as I'm re-discovering some music this week that, for me, revives my soul. <BR/><BR/>I'm going to read the Stevens' poem later today when things are quiet. It'll be like a little gift waiting for me.<BR/><BR/>Jules (who enjoyed reading the description of your evening, too. I feel like I was there now)Jules at 7-Imphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439756778611468303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-25294083536386039642008-10-24T10:27:00.000-04:002008-10-24T10:27:00.000-04:00Lovely post. Stevens is one of my favorites. Thank...Lovely post. Stevens is one of my favorites. Thanks for sharing all your astute observations.jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-21704096059110754402008-10-24T10:22:00.000-04:002008-10-24T10:22:00.000-04:00The words "unconditional love" along with the word...The words "unconditional love" along with the word "bestowed" gave me a warm feeling and a few sniffles. Unreasonable, random, loving gifts bestowed ... on gawky, graceless, all-too-human us. Yes.tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-6704177250062884662008-10-24T09:22:00.000-04:002008-10-24T09:22:00.000-04:00"I love watching how music bestows unreasonable gi..."I love watching how music bestows unreasonable gifts at random, on the awkward and graceful alike. It's the closest thing to unconditional love I've ever witnessed."<BR/><BR/>Sara. My lord, sister. Your WORDS might be even closer to unconditional love than music. Unconditional love for life. How DO you spin a phrase this lovely out of thin air???Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com