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Saturday, January 31, 2004


I looked up the quotes that I paraphrased yesterday.

"When we listen to music most deeply we seem to trace with one hand the furrows of the mind, with the other the folds of the universe." -- Evan Eisenberg, "The Recording Angel"

Every thing in the universe vibrates. Rhythmic cycles and patterns everywhere -- heartbeat, earth's rotation on its axis, earth's orbit around the sun, stars rotating around galaxial axles. When music is able to create a tension between different rhythmic patterns, or suggest multiple patterns through rhythmic obliquity, and when it does so with beauty, that's when I'm put in mind of the folds of the universe, the uncountable rhythmic cycles that permeate our lives.

"He saw God's foot upon the treadle of the loom." -- Melville, "Moby Dick"
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