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I put this here not knowing quite where the appropriate section might be! A friend of mine wedded this lovely poem by Rilke with some indescribably beautiful music from the 4th Symphony of Gustav Mahler. Watching and listening to this site put me in a place I needed to be and hadn't been to in quite awhile.
Here is the link to the website:
http://www.miguelmuelle.com/art/#
(you will need QuickTime to run it)
The text of the poem is:
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.
Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what?-: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,-
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.
------------------------------------
Paul
Here is the link to the website:
http://www.miguelmuelle.com/art/#
(you will need QuickTime to run it)
The text of the poem is:
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.
Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what?-: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,-
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.
------------------------------------
Paul
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