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If Antarctica were music it would be Mozart. Art, and it would be Michelangelo. Literature, and it would be Shakespeare. And yet it is something even greater; the only place on earth that is still as it should be. May we never tame it.

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I remain loyal to Bach, Mozart, Beethoven and Schubert in music and to Shakespeare and Jane Austen in literature.

quote by Anne Stevenson
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Antarctica

Antarctica -- antarctica
Antarctica -- antarctica
Ice age is here, right in your town
Antarctica, look what youve done
And i, I feel like Ive cheated your scheme
And i, I feel like you really know what I mean
Nightfalls heartbeat, the streets in a mess
On reflector, the beach is endless
And i, I feel like Ive cheated your scheme
And i, I feel like you really know what I mean
Its my turn -- its my turn
Antarctica -- antarctica
No day, no night, and always the sound
Ice pressure ? ? (antarctica)
Its me thats found
And i, I feel like Im really part of your scene
And i, I feel like you know what I mean
Pictures moving, and always the whirls
Antarctica, where are you now (antartica)
And i, I feel like Im really part of your scheme
And i, I feel like youre losing your dream
Antarctica -- antarctica
Antarctica -- antarctica
And i, I feel like you know what I mean
And i, I feel like Im really lost in your seam
Its my turn -- its my turn
Its my turn -- its my turn
Its my turn -- its my turn

song performed by by Men Without Hats
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My Antarctica

Once ago, when I was in control,
But that was just, another trick of fate
Playing with my life
There have been some times,
I was so tied up and I said to myself,
Gotta break it all, but didnt really try
Two hearts beating in this place youve made -
You know nothing changes... oooh my antarctica.
You can make your rhymes
And paint your rules in black and white
For me to memorize, but never understand.
And there will be time, for a thousand vows
And a thousand promises we forgot, to be realized
Two hearts beating in this place youve made -
You know nothing changes... oooh my antarctica.
One life pumping, we make love to make our heat
And we throb in... my antarctica.
(oh-oh oohh ohh ohh)
Well keep the rhythm going, and we remember.
Well keep the laughter flowing, and we remember.
We let the music jangle, and we remember.
Two hearts beating in this place you make -
You know nothing changes... oooh my antarctica.
One life pumping, we make love to make our heat
And we throb in... oooh my antarctica.
Cause and shelter, this is what weve made -
You know I will stay here... oooh in antarctica
And you will stay here, with me...

song performed by by Duran Duran
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That Music Extraordinaire, Mozart

That music extraordinaire, Mozart,
Who from his tender days, played with desire
Musical from the bottom of his heart.

Sweet notes from his music he did impart
That captivated audience to admire
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,

Whose tones can set an emotion to start
With a charm to have their hearts raised on fire
Musical from the bottom of his heart.

With pleasant pace from his great style of art
Is such that shows he was such a live wire,
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,

Whose harmony when heard is nice and smart
Can cheerfully raise hearts to go much higher
Musical from the bottom of his heart.

Joy occurs from such wonders that does chart
In tremendous ways that truly inspire.
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,
Musical from the bottom of his heart.

poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause and say, "Here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well."

quote by Martin Luther King
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To me, Mozart is our Shakespeare, the one who wrote the most dramatic, psychologically most baffling music. He combined ideas that no one else would have thought of putting together.

quote by Lukas Foss
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The Mirror

Look into the mirror and make a change,
For Michelangelo painted and Beethoven composed;
But keep your mind up to do the right thing and,
Be very great in all that you do in this world.
Shakespeare wrote and Mozart composed,
And you are young and very attractive!
But ith a theologian emeritus without a view;
For behold! I have set before you an open door.
You do have a little strength to carry on this mission,
For the truth does not change like the order of an agape!
But the mirror on the wall is all that you need for a change.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Through music I either tame my demons or unleash them and allow them to be what they are. I don't want the music to be about provocation, I want the music to bring you to a place where you feel at home.

quote by Michael Franti
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Amadeus Mozart, con.k-365

What they adore
Is his genius
His music
Soaring to the heavens
Without so much
Effort

Effortlessly magnificent
Amadeus Mozart
And his music
Tossing me
From sea cap to sea cap
In my sea dreams

Piano notes ruffling
Like the windy beach
Waffling to the shore

Piano notes
Trickling
On my window pane
Like a soft rain
Playful
To the vines
On my window pane

What they adore
Is his genius
Soaring to the heavens

I envy him
Amadeus Mozart
His music grows like a river forever flowing

I do not mind if in there I drown
And die with a single note

He died in the sea drinking all the salty notes
Of Amadeus Mozart

Dehydration in the most musical fashion.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Michaelangelo

(Emmylou Harris/Rodney Crowell)
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were older
You were looking like Picasso
With a scar across your shoulder
You were kneeling by the river
You were digging up the bodies
Buried long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
On a highway out alone to find
The mother of your children
Who were still unborn and waiting
In the wings of some desire
Abandoned long ago
Michelangelo
Were you there at Armageddon
Was Paris really burning
Could I have been the one to pull you
From the point of no returning
And did I hear you calling out my name
Or was it forgotten long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were riding
On a blood red painted pony
Up where the heavens were dividing
And the angels turned to ashes
You came tumbling with them to earth
So Far below
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were dying
In a field of thorn and roses
With a hawk about you crying
For the warrior slain in battle
From an arrow driven deep inside you
Long ago
Michelangelo
Did you suffer at the end
Would there be no one to remember
Did you banish all the old ghosts
With the terms of surrender
And could you hear me calling out your name
Well I guess that I will never know
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were weeping
And your tears poured down like diamonds
For a love beyond all keeping
And you caught them one by one
In a million silk bandanas that I gave you long ago
Michelangelo

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Unheard Music

Unheard Music (Mozart)

The fingers on my left hand move all by themselves
like they are playing piano that produces music
I cannot hear. I watch my fingers play but it makes no
sense so I try to stop by holding them still with my
right hand’s fingers. So I sit like a vicar contemplating
the Sunday sermon, a mild one who hasn’t an arsenal
of fire and brimstone speeches, but would rather talk
about the coming spring. My wife brings me a glass of
water and a pill, fingers rest, but I would liked to have
heard the music they played, for all I know it could
have been music brought to me in a dream by Mozart
who died so young that he can’t believe it yet, and
tries trough, me to play his latest masterpiece.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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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.

quote by Tom Glazer
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English dramatic literature is, of course, dominated by Shakespeare; and it is almost inevitable that an English reader should measure the value of other poetic drama by the standards which Shakespeare has already implanted in his mind.

quote by Lytton Strachey
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There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.

quote by Michelangelo
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In the spirit of Rumi - 27

‘O My Beloved –
I lose myself in the world’s distracting multiplicity,
yet cannot find the One in my restless mind –
I am in a desert place, a place of desolation… ’

My Beloved said
see the reeds, gently swaying like swooning dervishes
on the river bank, their feet in the water –
a man could sit for hours and watch them –
are they not beautiful?

See now the reed-flute, so carefully crafted,
waiting there to sound out sadness, love and joy –
is it not beautiful?

See the musician – how his eyes shine
with the music in his soul!
Is he not beautiful?

Hear the music that he plays –
telling its stories of life and death, of heaven and earth –
is it not beautiful?

Now watch him as he plays
the music which is himself
on the flute made from the willing reed –
am I not the One you hear in this?

I am beautiful in My Oneness;
I am beautiful in My multiplicity;
Is there a greater miracle than this?

And you, the witness of all this in Me –
is there a greater miracle than yourself?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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It is no exaggeration to say that the English Bible is, next to Shakespeare, the greatest work in English literature, and that it will have much more influence than even Shakespeare upon the written and spoken language of the English race.

quote by Lafcadio Hearn
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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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Shakespeare, Where Are You? (For Harold Bloom)

SHAKESPEARE, WHERE ARE YOU? (FOR HAROLD BLOOM)

Shakespeare, where are you?
You should be living at this hour.
Literature has need of you.
We have become a fen of stagnant voices
A parody of noble and great lines
All our efforts have become a deriding
Of our own spirit.
We need your Beauty and your Magnitude
The Metaphoric motions of your Incredible most awkward Lines
We need Your Richness and Your Song
Your Endless Entertainment of our own Emotions
Your deep play of Character and Feeling
We need you now Shakespeare
To remind us that to be Human
Is still to be the Glory Jest and Riddle
And that our voices somehow can still say
In Times beyond our own knowing
The wisdom and the way
To what is best within and beyond us