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Doublereed Archive - Posting 000018.txt from 2006/01

From: Oboeeee@-----.com
Subj: [DR-L] Quote of the Day
Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2006 20:33:39 -0500


To Music

Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.

Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what?--: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,--
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.

-Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926) writer and lyric poet

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