This is not a reflection upon the Stone’ new album
Read Morea poem I’ve written in memoriam to Louise Glück, one of the great and most courageous modern American poets
Read MoreWhen I was 16 and Bob Dylan 23, he played a concert with my guitar.
Read MoreEach thought, feeling and touch is the gateway to the bright unknown.
Read MoreIn 1972 I lived in Munich, Germany for a year studying music composition with a composer, Wolf Rosenberg. I rented a room in an apartment on Hohenzollern Strasse, where soon a very “bad guy” moved in.
Read MoreThe blues are a direct form of emotion turned into poetry and song. Most poetry comes from the same place as the blues, it’s a condition of being human, all-to-human in this glorious and troubling world.
Read Morea selection of photos by Giovanni Pescetto of Dr. Fritz Smith
Read MoreThe hand is not only the organ of labour, it is also the product of labour. Only by labour, by adaptation to ever new operations, through the inheritance of muscles, ligaments, and, over longer periods of time, bones that had undergone special development and the ever-renewed employment of this inherited finesse in new, more and more complicated operations, have given the human hand the high degree of perfection required to conjure into being the pictures of a Raphael, the music of a Paganini.
Read MoreThe line, “That phraseless Melody—The Wind does—working like a Hand,” inspired this August newsletter. How can our hands doing bodywork, playing instruments, touching loved ones, in all our gestures embody the graceful spirit that Emily Dickinson evokes here?
Read MorePianos strings are “mis-tuned” slightly - on purpose! Why?
Read MoreBone flutes are among the oldest known artifacts of human technological ingenuity.
Read MoreOn April 23, our son, Jake, and the love of his life, Lauren, got married. May we all share in the highest blessing of these two creative, wonderful people.
Read MoreYears ago I saw a colorfully painted wooden sculpture that struck and delighted me. The vision and memory of the sculpture has become indelible over the years. It was sculpture of two great figures: Muddy Waters and Georges Balanchine.
Read MoreWe ourselves are mostly water, human forms of embodied rain. Rain represents mourning, yet also replenishment and new growth.
Read MoreThere are special places of awe and power where we can rest and be rejuvenated. The book reminds us that we can do this within ourselves. We already know this in our bones.
Read MoreMusic arises out of silence, like form from emptiness. And the best music, just like the best of poetry and visual art - takes us deeper than words, deeper than its own images and melodies, to a quieter place in the heart.
Read MoreIn his day as famous as Salvador Dali - Pavel Tchelitchew was a visionary Russian emigré artist who deeply influenced Alex Grey and other people who explore the beautiful form and energy of the human body.
Read MoreDECEMBER 4th I turned 75. It is science-fiction: a “scientific” fact that I am 75 and a fiction- I don’t experience myself as 75! Please indulge me in reminiscing a bit through a few pictures.
Read More“Do you love a living person absolutely? Tell them now”…..
- read more of this poem by Brenda Hillman