07 May '12 04:30>
Originally posted by TaomanOh that ole imp black beetle cannot take itself seriously😵
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Originally posted by vistesdMethinks too. I wonder then, what was that caring whack on the head for? (not disagreeing with it, as is clear I expect).
Methinks the beetle is affirming your erudition, if with a gentle Zen whack on the head. 🙂
Originally posted by Pianoman1I thought silence was the best acknowledgement, but it can be misinterpreted.
Taoman, Black Beetle, karoly aczel, vistesd. I bow to all of you. Pure reason untainted by emotion. Thank you.
An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.
Originally posted by TaomanFood for thought. Thank you.
May I?
Does the question question the questioner,
Or does the questioner question the question?
Does there have to be an interpreter for an interpretation to arise?
Such humble limited bees, such wonderful organisation.
The orchid and the imitative insect, such a living interpretation, what a work!
Could it be the same interpreting Bach. Or ...[text shortened]...
Letting go of a self is not easy, yet it is,
[Favourite composer currently, Saint-Preux]
Originally posted by Pianoman1As I see it and describe it, others will describe it differently.
Food for thought. Thank you.
Sometimes when I perform, I am not there. The music seems to play itself out of my fingers. But then my small self clamours for attention, I come to and the playing is not so good. When I am not there, who is playing? If not me, who? Is it my interpretation? If not, whose? When my small self asserts itself, whose interpretat ...[text shortened]... wallows on the expression of the music - I need him!
Please forgive so many eager questions!
Originally posted by TaomanI polish a mirror because there is a person that wants it clean; hopefully, I can do the work for him😵
Bloody dust!
keeps spoiling my mirror.
Spit. Wipe. Polish. Wipe, Wipe.
Wipe. Spit. Polish. Look. Wipe...
...
Another rag....
Well, its a bit better,
for now.
And all for whom?
Whom dust.