Zach Barocas, Diasporist Diarist
The rhythm unit gives emotional and artistic coherence to the very shape of the tempo and the pulsation — the statement and the interpretation of the meter itself, the underlying, syncopated divisions of motion through musical space — the time.
— Stanley Crouch, Considering Genius, p 106.
To write at all is to dwell in the illusion of language, the rapture of communication that comes as we surrender our troubled individual isolated experiences to the communal consciousness.
— Robert Duncan, The H.D. Book
Music is of G-d…, and music is with G-d, and music is how G-d expresses Him- or Herself, and music is everywhere, and music is a crafty art and is completed in places inside us, in the impossible-to-locate precincts wherein there is access to feelings that we might otherwise ignore.
— Rick Moody, “On Celestial Music“
The Platters, “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes,” 1958.
Béla Tarr, Damnation, 1988.
William Parker, “Lights of Lake George,” Double Sunrise over Neptune, 2008.
This Heat, “Horizontal Hold,” This Heat, 1979.
Peter Gabriel, “Here Comes the Flood,” Shaking the Tree: Sixteen Golden Greats, 1990.
Peter Gabriel, “Here Comes the Flood,” from Robert Fripp’s Exposure, 1979.
Peter Gabriel, “Here Comes the Flood,” Peter Gabriel, 1977.