Sometimes the picture that emerges of the man seems no longer to agree with our conception of the musician. In reality, however, there is a glorious unity.
quote by Alfred Einstein
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Well I'm a third-generation musician. My Grandfather's a musician and my father and mother were both musicians and so I'm a musician. It was just natural that I should be a musician 'cause I was born into the family.
quote by Sam Rivers
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Over all, I think the main thing a musician would like to do is give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things that he knows of and senses in the universe... That’s what I would like to do. I think that’s one of the greatest things you can do in life and we all try to do it in some way. The musician’s is through his music.
quote by John Coltrane
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Vision - It reaches beyond the thing that is, into the conception of what can be. Imagination gives you the picture. Vision gives you the impulse to make the picture your own.
quote by Robert Collier
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Music is emotional, and you may catch a musician in a very unemotional mood or you may not be in the same frame of mind as the musician. So a critic will often say a musician is slipping.
quote by Nat King Cole
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If God and man are in themselves one, and if religion is the human side of this unity then must this unity be made evident to man in religion, and become in him consciousness and reality.
quote by David Friedrich Strauss
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Victor Should Have Been A Jazz Musician
I went to a concert, to see nina, simone,
The concert was over, there was still a band playing, the rap up,
The booguh played with his hands, I close my eyes, and look at him,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
I said to myself, victor should have been a jazz musician,
I looked at his face, and I saw victor, looked at his smile, and I saw victor,
I looked at his hair, and thought,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
And the people dancing on the floor, dancing on the floor, were so high,
You should have seen victor smile, you should have seen victor smile,
As they danced all the while all around on the floor, and he laughed,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
Oh, victor should have been a jazz musician,
He was playing so nice, the jazz musician,
Ah, ah,
Hes living in a fast beat, in a city thats hot,
Telling all the latinos and puerto ricans, victor seems happy, but he doesnt even know himself, hes gotta look inside to know his first love,
Victor was a jazz musician, he was playing so nice, victor was a jazz musician, (? ) victor was a jazz musician,
Victor loves his music, he loves his music, somewhere, he plays his music, somewhere,
Victor is a jazz musician,
Jazz.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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It is this conception of the unity of the human career which is perhaps the greatest achievement of historical study, since it gained a place analogous to that of natural science.
quote by James H. Breasted
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The Hazy picture!
Flash! And I got the picture.
Flash! It flops, no picture of my soul.
I closed my eyes and turn on my mind
Flash! Got a picture perfect.
My hands start to copy it down in poetry,
Flop! It is in the harsh reality and lost its beauty.
The picture I got, is too much hazy!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Ever Changing Profile
No matter who interprets reality,
With highlighted dots...
Or colored crayons used,
To achieve an understanding.
We are a product of our isolated environments.
Be they an ethnic mix.
Or separated by choice of racist comforts...
Paraded through streets,
To honor one's heritage.
When we are given reason to celebrate...
During one of those monthly ethnic weeks.
And that ignorance that divides us all...
Is the same ignorance we defend,
When our delusions of who we are,
And those standards we value...
Are offended.
Depending on how those insults are delivered.
And by whom.
And whatever those ties we keep,
Belonging to ancestors romanticized,
Who had little or nothing to do...
With the polluting of today's atmosphere,
Is kept glamorized.
We are fine with keeping them as our heroes.
And hopefully we pray with faith,
They are not looking down upon us...
With eyes spying.
Observing us lose our tempers,
With tremendous rudeness...
As we together stand in unity,
In a crowded fast food restaurant,
Hoping what has been ordered...
Doesn't take too much longer,
Before we get to eat it.
Without a single thought,
Of being threatened by terrorists...
To cross our minds.
Until we all are reminded by the media...
Our treasured lifestyle is so envied,
We must be alerted to take pre-caution.
And this we do...
As we wonder while munching,
And sipping on diet soft drinks...
Which one of us fits,
The ever changing profile...
Of a lunatic!
'Why are you carrying that huge book around? '
~This is my collection of the different looks of terrorists.
Everyday I need to updat it,
To keep abreast of who will be depicted as one next.~
'They have the best 'fries' here.'
~I agree.~
'Do you have a recent picture of Bin Laden? '
~No, not yet.
I am waiting for his next video release.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picture Picture by Tanya Markova
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Nang gabing masilayan ka...
Dala-dala ko pa
Ang aking lumang camera
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Campus gig noon at nag-aya ang tropa
Maraming bebot ang nagsasayaw
Nang biglang mapansin kita
What a beautiful face
At kinunan kita
What a beautiful face
Angat ka sa iba
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
I saw her face
Mukha syang taga-a a outerspace
Si Mang Roger ako'y kinalabit
Ang sabi
Halika na balot muna
Bago ka mag-konica
Na seramika gawa sa pabrika
Lagot ka na ang kamera may mahika
Ano ang lohika kung bat nahilo ka
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
Bigla kang nawala
What a beautiful face
Ako'y natulala
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
O nasaan ka na
What a beautiful face
Hinahanap-hanap ka
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face...
poem by Shi Yelami
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First Encounter - Kitaro
Kitaro
more mystical than him
his music
Kitaro just another
musician working
for survival
Kitaro just another
musician who enlightens us
with his specialities
Several years back Kitaro came to give a concert at the Genting Highlands. He came across as just another musician, working for his survival. A lot of hypes have been written about the mystic way of life he lives but that did not come across to me. Yes, his hair was long but what I perceived was a man working for his survival. Tagging along was his musician wife who worked in the same band as Kitaro.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Existential Hopscotch
I see
I see You
You see,
see Me, too
We see,
You and Me
And agree
We see a tree
If You see
what I see
then what I see
is just for Me
I do not see
how You could be
if consistently
We both agree
It must be
successively
You personify
a part of me
If You see
differently,
but still agree
there is a tree
Accordingly,
explain to me
what exactly
that You see
Describe for me
painstakingly
complexities
of the tree
If I believe
and fathom thee,
it is simply
still a tree
Henceforth see,
You're still Me,
just going about it
differently
If You truly
see no tree
could You be,
perhaps, free?
You could see,
or not, maybe,
or think, really,
of how You aren't Me
But whether You be
a contingency
outside of Me,
a mystery
If I see,
and know I'm Me,
then one reality
there must be
Inevitably
and curiously
defined within
intimacy
poem by Jupiter Salt
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Our horizon is the creation of a noble society to which, like the medieval builder of those glorious cathedrals, you will have added your conception, your artful piece of stone.
quote by Adrienne Clarkson
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The Edge Of Beauty...
wherein lies the edge of beauty?
of true expression?
be there more truth
in a picture of fruit....
or a picture of the eyes
of a starving child?
be there more love
in an ancient picture of Jesus,
or the picture of an addict,
shaking on a stoop?
be there more reality
in numbed words carefully written,
or in the story of the evicted family,
penned in raw blood?
be there more beauty
in a picture of supposed angels,
or in a tasteful nude?
be there more freedom
in a picture of the revolution,
or in a photo of freedom's protesters,
being beaten by cops?
be there more justice
in the books you burned,
or in the ones you actually read?
be there more spirituality
in the religious head turned,
or in the sensual bathed in awe?
be there more god in the silent follower,
or in the one who dares to speak?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Telepathy
Chorus: telepathy
For you and me,
We can be
A unity.
It threads right through the airways,
On a long magnetic tube,
Then joins into your brainwaves,
Sees everything you do,
It is no science or miracle,
There is no place to hide,
Oh, when we have telepathy,
There will be no more lies.
Chorus: telepathy
For you and me,
We can be
A unity.
Project electric fibres from your mind to the sky,
Direct it to a martian,
And tell him why you cry,
Or send it to the childrern on earth,
They have no one,
And alter your telepathy into magnetic sun.
Chorus: telepathy
For you and me,
We can be
A unity.
Mentally,
Telepathy,
We can be
A unity.
Feel my thoughts,
Guide and surround you,
Free your sorrow,
Feed your soul,
Heal tommorow,
No more shadows.
Chorus: telepathy
For you and me,
We can be
A unity.
Mentally,
Telepathy,
We can be
A unity.
song performed by by Kinks
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How I Picture Heaven
How I Picture Heaven by Kenny Davis
How do I picture Heaven?
The great kingdom among clouds
His children, His saints
His angels, rejoicing loud
How do I picture Heaven?
This astonishing, glorious place
Where I pray to have the honor
To gaze upon his majestic face
How do I picture Heaven?
The street paved in gold
Worth more than the richest treasure
Even grander than I was told
How do I picture Heaven?
Beyond light-years away from earth
Beyond mere galaxies away from pain
Even much further away all of the hurt
How do I picture Heaven?
Many mansions made of pearl
Luster brighter than the stars
One that shines across the world
How do I picture Heaven?
Free of worry and strife
No more heartbreak and heart ache
Looking forward to this eternal life
How do I picture Heaven?
On every face, there is a smile
The joy amongst his followers
Can be seen for many miles
How do I picture Heaven?
Land of milk and honey
Sweeter than grain of a sugar cane
And every day is sunny
How do I picture Heaven?
Or should I say, “The land of honey and milk”
With everyone in their marvelous robes
Softer than Egyptian silk
How do I picture Heaven?
Land of joy and bliss
If you are to miss the train
Oh! What a party you would miss!
How do I picture Heaven?
With much dancing around the throne
No ailment, No sickness
No illness or broken bones
How do I picture Heaven?
I was told of a great feast
Food stretching beyond North and South
Further beyond West and East
How do I picture Heaven?
Christ went to prepare a place for me
More glorious than I have heard
I can’t wait to see
How do I picture Heaven?
As the angels spread their wings
Harps and trumpets are to sound
As his many children are drawn to sing
How do I picture Heaven?
Everyone stands in celebration
Forever shielded from the troubles
Forever shielded from the tribulation
How do I picture Heaven?
With amazing sights yet to be seen
More glorious wonders left to witness
For many, will be far beyond belief
How do I picture Heaven?
As the angels’ robes glisten
They shall sing many songs of Zion
All who have ears shall listen
How do I picture Heaven?
The legendary kingdom of glory
The masses, gathered in fellowship
And every day is Sunday morning
How do I picture Heaven?
The mere thought of a world without sin?
Sure hope I don’t end up
Left on the outside, looking in
How do I picture Heaven?
When we are called up into the air
I am doing all I can to go
I hope to see you there!
© November 2010 k.davis
poem by Kenneth Davis
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They shaved my head, eyebrows. This is not a sci-fi picture. It's not a fantasy picture. You're dealing with something that's supposed to be in reality. But we had a genius makeup artist.
But I don't want to for M lady Ernestine
I wander freely mentally.
Enraptured by the things I see
within my worlds of fantasy.
I just reject reality
where nothing ever works for me.
Quite certain I would rather be
divorced from harsh reality
There is no comfort here for me
and live in my own fantasy.
A dream which cannot possibly
be realised apparently
Reluctantly I must agree.
That I am where I’m meant to be.
You can’t escape reality
and learn to act responsibly.
30-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I have likened writing a novel to going on a journey, with some notion of the destination I will arrive at, but not the whole picture - which emerges gradually as a series of revelations, as the journey goes along.
quote by Rose Tremain
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Unity can only be manifested by the Binary. Unity itself and the idea of Unity are already two.