December 2010
41 posts
Afterall, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
– Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
November 2010
54 posts
Silence is so accurate.
– Mark Rothko
The thief left it behind:
the moon
at my window.
– Ryōkan (via invisiblestories)
Nada Night at the Web Cave →
We’ve been talking about the rising popularity of yoga music, primarily with Hatha yogis in the West becoming listeners. This music has its roots in the traditional devotional music of India, but is changing with the interpretation of Western artists for Western audiences. This devotional music is part of an ancient practice called Nada Yoga…
why the humanities & literature matter, according... →
The birds they sang at the break of day,
‘Start again’ I heard them say.
Don’t...
– Leonard Cohen, “Anthem”
What makes a book live? A book lives through the passionate recommendation of...
– Henry Miller
booklover
Playing in public engenders new paths in your brain that you won’t get...
– Sonny Rollins
ian frazier reading from Travels in Siberia at the russian samovar in nyc
The master pianist Artur Schnabel once said, “The notes I handle no better than...
– Swami Karunananda
All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even...
– James Baldwin, “Sonny’s Blues”
The bad news is you’re falling through the air,
nothing to hang on to,
no...
– Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche (via sleepingbuddha)
A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to...
– Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy
Los Lobos: Tiny Desk Concert →
just one of the best bands in the world doing their thing inside the offices of NPR.
The Weary Blues →
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway…. He did a lazy sway…. To the tune o’ those Weary Blues. With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his...
When in the body of a donkey, enjoy the taste of grass.
– Tibetan saying