Fascinating

Simply fascinating.

The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother’s heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too.

There was no ethnic or demographic pattern to distinguish the people who stayed to watch Bell, or the ones who gave money, from that vast majority who hurried on past, unheeding. Whites, blacks and Asians, young and old, men and women, were represented in all three groups. But the behavior of one demographic remained absolutely consistent. Every single time a child walked past, he or she tried to stop and watch. And every single time, a parent scooted the kid away.

2 thoughts on “Fascinating”

  1. gertrude stein was able to spot new masters quite quickly once she and her brother caught on to what was happening around them in paris.

    how did they do this? she talks about esthetic shrewdness in an essay called ‘what are masterpieces and why are there so few of them’.

    in antique/junk shops one occasionally spots the odd intriguing work, perhaps engaging for its authoritative peculiarities, and you think– hmmm…….

  2. Playing real good for free (Joni Mitchell)

    I slept last night in a good hotel
    I went shopping today for jewels.
    The wind rushed around in the dirty town
    and the children let out from the schools.
    I was standing on a noisy corner
    waiting for the walking green
    Across the street he stood, and he played real good
    on his clarinet for free.

    Now me, I play for fortunes
    and the velvet curtain calls.
    I got a black limosine and a few gentlemen
    escorting me to these halls.
    And I’ll play if you have the money
    or if you’re a friend to me.
    But the one-man-band by the quick lunch stand,
    he was playing real good for free.

    Nobody stopped to hear him,
    though he played so sweet and high.
    They knew he had never been on their TV
    so they passed his good music by.
    I meant to go over and ask for a song,
    maybe put on a harmony.
    I heard his refrain as that signal changed,
    he was still playing real good for free.

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