April 12th, 2011 / 12:34 am

“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”


  1. jtc
  2. Carolyn DeCarlo


  3. Lol

      kind of pretentious

  4. reynard

      all literature is pretentious

  5. Veronique Tudieshe

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

  6. reynard

      that is exactly what i thought

  7. Matthew Salesses

      great story

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