What we value about music and literature are the moments that they create in our minds when we encounter them.
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I wish to share and pass down some of my generation's traits, and encourage young people to create their own art, music, and literature.
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As I grew up, I was interested in other areas, too, especially literature. It became a major love of mine. Later, it became a difficult choice for me as to whether to major in music or literature. It wasn't until my 30s that I began a profession in music.
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We consider Christmas as the encounter, the great encounter, the historical encounter, the decisive encounter, between God and mankind. He who has faith knows this truly; let him rejoice.
quote by Pope Paul VI

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Pure Music
Pure music tells no clichéd tale
concerning God or love or conquering sword;
it is composed in that fair higher scale
of consciousness where facts may be ignored.
Opera is music that’s adulterated
by literature we call scenario and libretto;
like music we should keep our feelings understated,
not trading them like merchants in a Venice ghetto.
Edmund White writes about the way he prefers to write to the accompaniment of music in the NYT, June 18,2001 (“Before as Rendezvous with the muse, First Select the Music”) . He writes:
Unlike fiction, music is not about mothers-in-law or failed marriages. Of course opera and ballet and program music can be narrative but only because they are adulterated by literature, the libretto or scenario.
6/18/01,11/6/09
poem by Gershon Hepner

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I will create the music
I sing in our town
Everyday in the noisy squash
You`ll come and sit down
I`ll create the music for u
For your eyes
For your face
For the words
I won`t tell
Please dance to the sound of my melody
We both know all we let is our destiny
For music is your and my frame
All the same. All the same
You`ll leave with somebody
Without my glance I`ll remain
I look outside. It`s rainy
I`ll create the music for rain
Please dance to the sound of my melody
We both know all we let is our destiny
For music is your and my frame
All the same. All the same
I`ll create the music for destiny
So I could move close to the wind
It will tell about you-my lady
I`ll do it according my memory
We havn`t become one story
Could save the music only
If I ever fall down
Music is my soft ground
Translated from Russian lyrics 'Podberu muziku'
poem by Emma Adamyan

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One handles truths like dynamite. Literature is one vast hypocrisy, a giant deception, treachery. All writers have concealed more than they revealed. But paradoxically, we create fiction out of human concern for the victims of the revelations. This concern is at the root of literature.
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The coffee break
Insert a moment or two in a day.
You can anticipate it, focus on it
And derive the anticipated pleasure
When those moments actually have arrived.
The rest of the day will seem a build up
For those moments kept in the focus
And will roll out easily without bore.
If you don't have one, create such moments.
Lunch and dinner are my two moments
Which I anticipate for the pleasure
Of smoking cigarettes, a constraint imposed.
To some even a coffee break will do.
15.10.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Music Notes
Music
The most beautiful thing I'll ever know
A music note
A note after another note
Composed to create sound
To create feelings
Thoughts
And emotion
Music notes are the most beautiful things I've ever seen
A note
Just a glance and u know
Knowing music is being created
Just the beauty of a music note
And the thing is
I can't read music notes
Just the sound the music notes make
poem by Aerin Andre

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Music to Me
Music to me is always you.
Wild chords that surround my heart
that shiver inside me and break apart
into little pieces of solitary tones
that create in me passionate moans.
Music to me will always be you.
Soft lilting melodies that lift me high
and keep me breathless to satisfy
each part of my body and my soul
like the crescendo of a drummer's roll.
Music to me is your sweet touch.
Syncopated rhythms that make me blush
increase my libido and create my purrs.
For whenever the music in me stirs
I feel as if you are here.
poem by Edwina Reizer

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We pass the word around we ponder how the case is put by different people, we read the poetry we meditate over the literature we play the music we change our minds we reach an understanding. Society evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, but by the unique capacity of unique, individual human beings to comprehend each other.
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We pass the word around; we ponder how the case is put by different people, we read the poetry; we meditate over the literature; we play the music; we change our minds; we reach an understanding. Society evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, but by the unique capacity of unique, individual human beings to comprehend each other.
Lewis Thomas in The Medusa and the Snail (1979)

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When does a song become a poem?
Music is loved through culture.
But when does music become literature.
When does Chipmunk meet shakespear?
When will Slipknot become William Blake?
Soulless music makes milllions.
Cultural Poetry makes squat.
But if soulless music is the big life then i'm not looking to live it.
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Given the devaluation of literature and of the study of foreign languages per se in the United States, as well as the preponderance of theory over text in graduate literature studies, creative writing programs keep literature courses populated.
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Active time nourishes
You can read books, hear music or watch movies.
In such moments you enjoy passive time.
You can write, draw, sing or play music.
In such moments you enjoy active time..
02.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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How Do You Use Your Gifts?
I'm using my blessings and faith,
To create identifiable miracles.
And you?
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
And what they have manage to materialize,
Makes you jealous and mad?
Your selfishness is pathetic!
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Literature I Loved
LITERATURE I LOVED
Literature I loved-
Reading gave new lives and new worlds-
Experience enriched beyond
What I could have ever have imagined alone-
The pleasure and joy of it
The discovery the adventure-
Literature I loved
And Life greater because of it.
poem by Shalom Freedman

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Oh The Poems
OH THE POEMS AND THE POEMS AND THE POEMS
Oh the poems and the poems and the poems
Oh the love of Literature
Oh all that stuff
I have given my life to-
Words and meanings and feelings
Pages and pages and pages –
What it is all this literary life for?
When out the window out the door
With our eyes we see in an instant other worlds other dreams?
I don’t know and I will never know
And Literature is certainly far more than I can say it is-
Oh the poems and this poem and this day turning grey
And all my life old and old and more old and more old-
Oh why oh why oh why
And always back to God
My last rescue and refuge and escape
I who have read so much Great Literature
And can only write this-
Oh the why and the oh oh oh and the words
And the whole world of Literature
I would belong to and do not.
Oh the words oh the world oh the Literature
Oh God help me please can’t you please help me a little or not?
poem by Shalom Freedman

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Human Psyche
Look at the nature of reality and learn to
manipulate it intelligently, our thoughts
are real and create physical reality
We take our knowledge with us when we
leave, if we don’t realise we create reality
ourselves, we have to return
To learn that what we encounter is inner
reality objectified, love originates in our-
selves, not in what we see
We envision the beauty we seem to per-
ceive and everything starts and ends
within the mind, therefore
I wish to cultivate mine, try to invent new
dreams and seek the meaning of life
in the human psyche
poem by Margaret Alice Second

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In the same period, Polish literature also underwent some significant changes. From social-political literature, which had a great tradition and strong motivation to be that way, Polish literature changed its focus to a psychological rather than a social one.
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In These Moments Of Revelation
IN THESE MOMENTS OF REVELATION
In these moments of revelation
We are where we are meant to be.
It may be the Music of a voice
Or it may be some manifestation of great Light in words
A Poem-
It may be in a deed of Courage-
It is when we see in the world
And in humanity
A Greatness that justifies and sanctifies Everything.
We thank God who Gives us Moments of Life
Where the Beauty of Being
Lives in us
And makes us know too
We are at home
In Your soul.
poem by Shalom Freedman

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