I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies,_x000D_ _x000D_ In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies.
Sidney LanierRead
Music is love searching for a word.
Interpretation
Music expresses love and emotions that words often fail to convey.
This quote by Sidney Lanier suggests that music serves as a profound medium through which love and deep feelings can be expressed, often transcending the limitations of language. It implies that while words might struggle to encapsulate the depth of our emotions, music has the unique ability to articulate what is often left unspoken, thus searching for the right words to convey love's essence.
In practice
During a wedding, one might quote this to emphasize the romantic nature of the ceremony.
I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies,_x000D_ _x000D_ In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies.
Let my name perish, -- the poetry is good poetry and the music is good music,_x000D_ and beauty dieth not, and the heart that needs it will find it.
Chime out, thou little song of Spring,_x000D_ _x000D_ Float in the blue skies ravishing._x000D_ _x000D_ Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring_x000D_ _x000D_ That's sweet, albeit fleeting._x000D_ _x000D_ Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home:_x000D_ _x000D_ And when thou to a rose shalt come_x000D_ _x000D_ That hath begun to show her bloom,_x000D_ _x000D_ Say, I send her greeting!
When I hear music, it seems to me that all the sins of my life pass slowly by me with veiled faces, lay their hands on my head, and say softly, "My child."
Music is love in search of a word.
As the woodpecker taps in a spiral quest_x000D_ _x000D_ From the root to the top of the tree,_x000D_ _x000D_ Then flies to another tree,_x000D_ _x000D_ So have I bored into life to find what lay therein,_x000D_ _x000D_ And now it is time to die,_x000D_ _x000D_ And I will fly to another tree.
The considerations of a corporation, especially now, have nothing to do with art or music.
Fantasy is not antirational, but pararational; not realistic but surrealistic, a heightening of reality. In Freud's terminology, it employs primary not secondary process thinking. It employs archetypes which, as Jung warned us, are dangerous things. Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.
My rhymes are like shot clocks,_x000D_ interstate cops_x000D_ and blood clots,_x000D_ my point is your flow gets stopped.
Every scene, even the commonest, is wonderful, if only one can detach oneself, casting off all memory of use and custom, and behold it (as it were) for the first time; in its right, authentic colors; without making comparisons. Cherish and burnish this faculty of seeing crudely, simply, artlessly, ignorantly; of seeing like a baby or a lunatic, who lives each moment by itself and tarnishes by the present no remembrance of the past.
The type of mind that can understand good fiction is not necessarily the educated mind, but it is at all times the kind of mind that is willing to have its sense of mystery deepened by contact with reality, and its sense of reality deepened by contact with mystery.
Seek for the boldest color possible, content is irrelevant.
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