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Sleek Clouds: he is holy; he is firm, pt. 2

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Knitted thoughts on existence resulting from alternating layers of reading and rumination. Friday, 6 July 2007. He is holy; he is firm, pt. 2. The corner where eternity clips time. Must be the point at which life has any meaning at all, and if she has touched it, then hasn't she somehow touched God? Again, it was Walker Percy who brought up this question in his essay. The Lord of the Rings. Whose "words" were as long as the entire history of the thing to which they referred. Time itself can trick us into...

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Sleek Clouds: he is holy; he is firm, pt. 4

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Knitted thoughts on existence resulting from alternating layers of reading and rumination. Friday, 20 July 2007. He is holy; he is firm, pt. 4. Everything I see [.] looks brittle and unreal, a skin of colors painted on glass, which if you prodded it with a finger would powder and fall. A blank sky, perfectly blended with all other sky, has sealed over the crack in the world where the plane fell, and the air has hushed the matter up. Of good and evil? Does pain split illusion like the plane split the sky?

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Sleek Clouds: 2. Melody

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Knitted thoughts on existence resulting from alternating layers of reading and rumination. Thursday, 13 November 2014. Luckily this time around, I found the courage to push past my incompetence in playing the first piece. In order to tackle the second piece, (Robert) Schumann's Melody. For an intermediate player like myself (and one returning to the piano in adulthood after a long, loooong absence), I think this piece is a good exercise in developing hand independence. Are just my "speed.".

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Sleek Clouds: August 2007

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Knitted thoughts on existence resulting from alternating layers of reading and rumination. Tuesday, 28 August 2007. The idea expressed below demonstrates the spirit of life which, like Henry James, does routinely include tragedy and doesn't offer happy endings "at any cost." Interestingly, this passage. Was clipped from a blog entitled The Art of Fiction. Como diría el narrador de. Muerte en la tarde. A crude translation: "Like the narrator of Hemingway's. Death in the afternoon. Saturday, 25 August 2007.

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Sleek Clouds: 4. Toreador Song

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Knitted thoughts on existence resulting from alternating layers of reading and rumination. Thursday, 13 November 2014. Georges Bizet, what can I say? I had him in the second grade book aeons ago when we played Habanera. That was fun —. I really loved that syncopated rhythm. And the learning never stops. I have not. Being made. but the song, as I currently play it, still sounds pretty horrible. Labels: John Thompson Modern Course for the Piano Third Grade Book. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Sleek Clouds: 5. Londonderry Air

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Knitted thoughts on existence resulting from alternating layers of reading and rumination. Thursday, 13 November 2014. This song was already familiar to me from a childhood spent in church. Apparently someone had taken this Irish folk tune and set Christian lyrics to it. So this prior knowledge of the melody meant I was always acutely aware of any mistake I made while tackling this piece. The cross-hand playing we did in Nobody Knows. I am utterly enamoured of the particular chord pictured above —. Sign ...

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Sleek Clouds: November 2014

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Knitted thoughts on existence resulting from alternating layers of reading and rumination. Thursday, 13 November 2014. This song was already familiar to me from a childhood spent in church. Apparently someone had taken this Irish folk tune and set Christian lyrics to it. So this prior knowledge of the melody meant I was always acutely aware of any mistake I made while tackling this piece. The cross-hand playing we did in Nobody Knows. I am utterly enamoured of the particular chord pictured above —. Sign ...

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Sleek Clouds: July 2007

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Knitted thoughts on existence resulting from alternating layers of reading and rumination. Friday, 20 July 2007. He is holy; he is firm, pt. 4. Everything I see [.] looks brittle and unreal, a skin of colors painted on glass, which if you prodded it with a finger would powder and fall. A blank sky, perfectly blended with all other sky, has sealed over the crack in the world where the plane fell, and the air has hushed the matter up. Of good and evil? Does pain split illusion like the plane split the sky?

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Sleek Clouds: he is holy; he is firm, pt. 3

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Knitted thoughts on existence resulting from alternating layers of reading and rumination. Saturday, 14 July 2007. He is holy; he is firm, pt. 3. Didn't I fall from the dark of the stars to these senselit and noisesome days? And how does it know us, and why do we know that it does? Dillard briefly revisits this problem when she asks, “Why does death so take us by surprise? The Fabric of the Cosmos. Brian Greene writes this:. All the physical laws that we hold dear fully support what is known as. We feel ...