Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

11.1c

I like these men. They jump with the music (not for show, but because the music kicks them there in the soft spot in their soul that resonates in time with the bow and the wood and the resin and it kicks them there then they jump). It doesn't matter quite to them what we think of them and their jumping weaving bowing swaying. They're here to make music. The audience doesn't matter at the end of all of it. I like these men.

3 comments:

  1. Oh, this is just lovely. Also, it reminds me of the Maasai.
    I might go to Africa again. Maybe next fall? Who knows.

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  2. Mm. It was a pair of violinists, actually.

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  3. Yes, the concert tonight. I always miss the concerts. This truth is depressing.

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