My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing.
Osip MandelstamRead
The people need poetry that will be their own secret_x000D_ To keep them awake forever,_x000D_ And bathe them in the bright-haired wave of its breathing.
Interpretation
Poetry serves as a vital, personal source of inspiration and awakening for individuals.
In this quote, Osip Mandelstam expresses the idea that poetry should resonate deeply with individuals, acting as a personal refuge that embodies their innermost thoughts and feelings. The reference to keeping people 'awake' suggests that poetry has the power to awaken consciousness and awareness, while 'bathe them in the bright-haired wave' evokes imagery of renewal and enlightenment through the beauty of poetic expression.
In practice
During a poetry reading, I shared this quote to emphasize the personal connection people have with poetry.
My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing.
Perhaps my whisper was already born before my lips.
And I walk out of space Into an overgrown garden of values, And tear up seeming stability And self-comprehension of causes. And your, infinity, textbook I read by myself, without people - Leafless, savage medical book, A problem book of gigantic radicals.
Perhaps the whisper was born before lips, And the leaves in treelessness circled and flew, And those, to whom we impart our experience as bliss, Acquire their forms before we do
Each time I make a movie, it's a little bit like taking another course in something because there's an argument between these people that I don't necessarily have an answer to.
When I'm making stuff, the thing that excites me most is not the result, but the process and trying to do something I've never done before.
When I was a kid, there was no collaboration; it's you with a camera bossing your friends around. But as an adult, filmmaking is all about appreciating the talents of the people you surround yourself with and knowing you could never have made any of these films by yourself.
Composing a concert is like composing a menu.... If you start with light pieces and play a 45-minute sonata after the interlude, it's like starting dinner with hors d'oeuvres and dessert and finishing with a Châteaubriand and vegetables.
Most photographers seem to operate with a pane of glass between themselves and their subjects. They just can't get inside and know the subject.
Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.
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