April 12th, 2011 / 12:34 am
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“All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even then, on the rare occasions when something opens within, and the music enters, what we mainly hear, or hear corroborated, are personal, private, vanishing evocations. But the man who creates the music is hearing something else, is dealing with the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it as it hits the air. What is evoked in him, then, is of another order, more terrible because it has no words, and triumphant, too, for that same reason. And his triumph, when he triumphs, is ours.” — James Baldwin, “Sonny’s Blues”

8 Comments

  1. April 12th, 2011 / 1:41 pm jtc—
  2. April 12th, 2011 / 8:43 pm Carolyn DeCarlo—

      b-dogg!!

  3. April 12th, 2011 / 10:58 pm Lol—

      kind of pretentious

  4. April 12th, 2011 / 11:39 pm reynard—

      all literature is pretentious

  5. April 13th, 2011 / 12:31 am Veronique Tudieshe—

      Here is written what I have always though but was unable to express…

  6. April 13th, 2011 / 12:44 am reynard—

      that is exactly what i thought

  7. April 13th, 2011 / 1:43 pm Matthew Salesses—

      great story

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