“The Pulse, the Mother, Music and Water”
My soul is an enchanted boat.
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing.
– Shelley The pulse, the mother, music and water. Let's see if we can draw all these together.
When we think of the word pulse, words invoking fluidity come to us like blood, flow, and waves. One of the Oxford English Dictionary (OED) definitions of pulse is "the rhythmical recurrence of... undulations." It gives this illustrative quotation: "like the pulse of the flowing sea." Read More »
What could make pure art? Obviously it cannot be created with notes of music and instruments, nor with paints and brushes, nor with cameras, nor with marble and chisels, since every medium has gross limitations. A medium is not full of life. We can bring it to life, but by itself it does not live. Read More »
“How Jazz Changed My Life”
Music entered my life when I was twelve years of age. Of course I had had some exposure to music before that but it never touched me. I listened to popular music – the Hit Parade – on the radio, but it didn’t mean very much. I had heard some light classical music such as the Poet and Peasant Overture without its interesting me particularly either. Read More »
“Beat versus Pulse”
All music comes from the mother. From the rhythmic pulsation which we felt when inside her, and then later from her cradling and rocking, her lilt and her lullaby. And all love came from her – and all negativity. Within each of us there are two mothers, the one we know who loves us – and the one we fear, the one we must obey: “She who must be obeyed.” Read More »