archives for Sunday 9 September 2007
frederic chopin
Sunday 9 September 2007 | I like a cookie
“It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to….I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.”
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sagacity unfurled
Sound that stops the capacity for judgment. Sound that never decays. Sound that breaks free from every possibe image. Sound that comes from both death and birth. Sound that dies. The sound around me. Sound like the symptoms of eternal cold turkey. Sound that resists private ownership. Sound that goes insane. Sound that spills over from the cosmos. The sound of sound.
• the unreliable narrator •
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