I've been listening quite a bit to a number of absolutely gorgeous vocal collections. The first of these, in my opinion, is an absolute must-have disc... an expression of the triumph of love... even in the face of tragedy... and death: This recording is is an absolutely heart-wrenching experience. The composer, Peter Lieberson (born 1945), studied music and composition with Milton Babbitt and ...
Updated 01-17-2010 at 01:01 AM by stlukesguild
This is a style known as Haibun, which combines prose with haiku. My first attempt at using this style. By The Firelight Fingers touch your face and I smile in your eyes warmed beneath your touch.... Embers burn a soft glow through the darkness, our comfort from the howling winds whispering against window panes. While fires paint the shadows in colors or orange and red, reminiscent autumn leaves now long dead. Your skin illuminated beneath ...
In some sense this film was not ready enough to be exposed to mainstream audiences and critics. Too many were expecting a narrative, or at least a hint that the films surrealities could be explained through dream-logic. Many found it impenatrable and tedoius. Those who said that I'm sure didn't see it a second time or a third. Yes, Synecdoche, New York is a film that does demand something from the audience, such as patience and something of an appretiation enough of it to watch it again to penetrate ...
This girl was talking on her cell phone standing behind me, and well she was talking loud enough for anyone within a 30ft radius of her to hear what she was saying, so to say the least I couldn't help but to hear her whether I wanted to or not. It was evident that she was getting into some sort of argument with someone on the other end of the phone and apparently about some plans they had made or something someone said, whatever the case may be she was yelling at the person on the ...
Not now, not ever Will my bones shake for shameful postulate my shameful state Bury me, bury me in the sand I will be free of sin and filth As I settle into purity and tilth And I am resurrected in remand. The farmer dug his hoe In with his mighty toe Into the ground Making not a sound.
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