Mark Hollis, “The Colour of Spring,” Mark Hollis, 1998/2011.
Often we receive grace without knowing it, and often we do not know it because when grace comes, we are already joyful or resilient or serene, or in another good state that grace brings.
William Basinski, “dlp 3,” The Disintegration Loops, 2003.
Every year I set out to write something about my experience of watching the Twin Towers fall on 9.11.01, and every year I find that whatever I’ve written is inadequate. I have thought in years past that it was a matter of skill: were I a better writer, I’d come closer to the mark. I’ve come to understand, however, that the issue is not so much one of skill as it is a matter of memory. Each year it is harder to recall the immediate effect of hearing the planes’ impact explosions, the fact of confronting an unbelievable chain of events, the awful placidity of my office’s view uptown.
Clogs, “Three Two,” Veil Waltz, 2010.