Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.
quote by Claude Debussy
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Arithmetic! Algebra! Geometry! Grandiose trinity! Luminous triangle! Whoever has not known you is without sense!
quote by Comte de Lautreamont
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Once Heard-now Remembered
Light as a feather
she twirls, she spins
and that's before
the music begins.
The music's been playing.
It's not been heard.
But in her memory
her heart is stirred.
Since silence has come
all the music is done.
She relies on her past
when sounds were the sun.
In her head the tune's playing.
She feels it and starts swaying.
The sounds of the words
have all gone away.
But not the music,
it will always stay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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In things to be seen at once, much variety makes confusion, another vice of beauty. In things that are not seen at once, and have no respect one to another, great variety is commendable, provided this variety transgress not the rules of optics and geometry.
quote by Christopher Wren
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Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane in an awed and perfect obedience to an absolute geometry that even stones - maybe only the stones - understood.
quote by Annie Dillard
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The Poem Has A Music Of Its Own
THE POEM HAS A MUSIC OF ITS OWN
The poem has a music of its own
Without the music
It is no poetry.
My music
Faltering breaking slow
Wonders where it is going
And if it really sounds
As music should sound.
Once it was more easy to feel
The melody in me real.
Now I just do not know
So many sounds
So many words
So many claims of poetry.
Music music music
Where are you?
The sound from myself
Is only 'me' now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Arithmetic
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
head.
Arithmet ic tell you how many you lose or win if you know how
many you had before you lost or won.
Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven -- or five
six bundle of sticks.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand
to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and
you can look out of the window and see the blue sky -- or the
answer is wrong and you have to start all over and try again
and see how it comes out this time.
If you take a number and double it and double it again and then
double it a few more times, the number gets bigger and bigger
and goes higher and higher and only arithmetic can tell you
what the number is when you decide to quit doubling.
Arithmetic is where you have to multiply -- and you carry the
multiplication table in your head and hope you won't lose it.
If you have two animal crackers, one good and one bad, and you
eat one and a striped zebra with streaks all over him eats the
other, how many animal crackers will you have if somebody
offers you five six seven and you say No no no and you say
Nay nay nay and you say Nix nix nix?
If you ask your mother for one fried egg for breakfast and she
gives you two fried eggs and you eat both of them, who is
better in arithmetic, you or your mother?
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Multiple Geometry Of Mother Universe
geometry of universe
geometry of time
geometry of existence
geometry three planes of existence
geometry merging into fourth dimensions
geometry merging into river ripple flows
geometry merging into vast time rivers
“multiple geometry of the universe”
left to right codex fashion cult reading
warmth comfort security sex producing
earth mother mother goddess imaging
life perpetual time lies in multiple body offering
worship mystery procreation timeless sustaining
hunter gatherers blooms into agriculture growing
female procreativity breasts vulva timeless mother nurturing
mystic ample swelling bellies milk-filled breasts comforting
curves pattern fat distribution legs hips buttocks emphasizing
time ripples societies into ethnic industrialization feminisms
check out the boots the personality the cloak liberations
corporate clones iron ladies lack shaman valued adortaions
how far feminine lines delve age unbelievable abstractions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Projective geometry is all geometry.
quote by Arthur Cayley
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Music
Music is an art
Music is presided over by the Muses
Music combines sounds in a pleasing way
Music has common elements.
Music has pitch and melody
Music has harmony and rhythm
Music has tempo and meter
Music has sonic qualities of timbre.
Music is euphony or sweet sound
Music has harmonious qualities
Music is inspirational
Music opens the soul.
Music is energizing
Music is enriching
Music makes one happy
Music is relaxing.
Music is soothing
Music is entertainment
Music is lovable
Music is stirring.
Music moves one to tears
Music gives a spark
Music tunes a special memory
Music is a form of therapy.
Music fills with spiritual attunement
Music is a personal experience
Music takes us along the road of life
Music is the corner stone of every society.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Music Sounds Better With You Lyrics (ft. Mann)
i tried to write this down
the words just don't come out
it's hard to say how you feel
been down the longest road
said yes when i meant no
i lost control of the wheel
cause you know that
things get so bad
you've got my back
make me wanna sing, and girl i'll sing about ya
no sweeter sound than what i've found
no perfect love could be more perfect than us
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
i used to think that love
was something fools made up
cause all i knew was heartbreak
oh, i couldn't help myself
let this heart go through hell
there's only so much a heart can take
cause you know that
things get so bad
you've got my back
make me wanna sing, and girl i'll sing about ya
no sweeter sound than what i've found
no perfect love could be more perfect than us
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
every song
every rhyme
every word
is better with you(music sounds better with you)
every day (every day)
all of the time (all of the time)
every way
music sound better with you
she's my music enhancer
when the music plays she's my dancer
when i'm around her everything's faster
every question i have she's the answer
i'm head over heels
can't explain that this all so real
when i'm around you baby you make me feel like
everything's better with you
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
the music sounds better with you
music sounds better with you
poem by Jojo Jonna
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Music, my favorite place
Music comes to life
When life is boring
Music can tell a story
That sounds like its for me
Music can torture me
With old memories
Music can love me
When theres no love for me
Music can save me
When I am lost
Music can cure me
When I almost pay the final cost
Music can yell at me
Which keeps me awake
Music can speak softly
When I need a moment away
Music can teach me
That this world isnt just hate
Music
my favorite place
poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
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There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.
quote by Pythagoras
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The Poem That Comes From Hearing The Poem Of Another
The poem that comes from hearing the poem of another
And tries to ride on its rhythm
Like the sea on its own waves-
A forced music finding nowhere in itself a music of its own
Because all the poems are melodies made light by more light
As all the poems are dreams made dreamlike by more dreaming-
And we in our poetic fervor hearing that lyric sound
Go round and round again and again
As if we were the music of the stars
When the universe empirically spherical –
But now in this more deeply instrumented time,
When what we see with our eyes is always less than what we measure
Time and Time again tells us that Space and Space again tell us
That all we are in this long distance darkness
Is one small point of light which in its own sad way will fade out before its music endures-
For the stars have only our imagined music
and not more than the light
of their own violent dying –
So here having heard the poem of another
And open to my own inner voice,
I cry and cry again for another sky and another music
That only God Who is Beyond these earthly hapless sounds
Can Dream and Feel and Know
In the Lyric Ending that justifies our home.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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One geometry cannot be more true than another; it can only be more convenient. Geometry is not true, it is advantageous.
quote by Robert M. Pirsig
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A Spiritual Woman
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
And God like geometry
Completing his circles, and working cleverly.
I’ll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind;
If I can—if any one could.
Then perhaps in the dark you’ll have got what you want to find.
You’ve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes,
And I’m a kaleidoscope
That you shake and shake, and yet it won’t come to your mind.
Now stop carping at me.—But God, how I hate you!
Do you fear I shall swindle you?
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you
Somehow?—so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness—
I hate you.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Music
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Giving Darkness In Giverny
.
Monet might have seen,
giving darkness in Giverny,
defiant to the last optics fired out inevitably,
nerve light made the more dipped,
smeared on clutched pallet bent to his gaping will
struggling to 'ope' eyes,
wider see.
Was failing him the light.
Closing-in world reduced to all horizon.
Tints, brushes, memory
frames these final pieces
canvased, inwardly conformed,
recalled light more light than all raw day.
.
poem by Warren Falcon
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I Can Hear Music
Words and music by phil spector, ellie greenwich and jeff barry
This is the way I always dreamed it would be
The way that it is,o-oh,when you are holding me
I never had a love of my own
Maybe thats why when were all alone
I can hear music
I can hear music
Sounds of the city baby seem to disappear
Oh well I can hear music
Sweet sweet music
When ever you touch me baby
Whenever youre near
Loving you it keeps me satisfied
And I cant explain,oh no,the way Im feeling inside
You look at me we kiss and then
I close my eyes and here it comes again
I can hear music
I can hear music
Sounds of the city baby seem to disappear
Oh well I can hear music
Sweet sweet music
When ever you touch me baby
Whenever youre near
I can hear music
Sweet sweet music
When ever you touch me baby
Whenever youre near
I can hear music
Sweet sweet music
When ever you touch me baby
Whenever youre near
song performed by by Queen
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One always has to remember these days where the garbage pail is, because it's so easy to make sounds, and to put sounds together into something that appears to be music, but it's just as hard as it always was to make good music.
quote by Robert Moog
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0031 Miles Ahead
Do you ever get fed up
of playing music
that sounds like music?
asked Miles Davis
so I'm asking you
do you ever get fed up
of writing poetry
that sounds like poetry?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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