Compelling video shot on 8mm. Love Ruth Radelet’s ethereal vocals.
at her best, a singer touches our minds with her lyrics, our bodies with her movements, and our souls with her voice. Lizz Wright.
The Garrett by Ezra Pound
Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are
Come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends
And we have friends and no butlers.”
mid-day Neruda
But genius, and even great talent, springs less from seeds of intellect and social refinement superior to those of other people than from the faculty of transforming and transposing them. To heat a liquid with an electric lamp requires not the strongest lamp possible, but one of which the current can cease to illuminate, can be diverted so as to give heat instead of light. To mount the skies it is not necessary to have the most powerful of motors, one must have a motor which, instead of continuing to run along the earth’s surface, intersecting with a vertical line the horizontal which it began by following, is capable of converting its speed into lifting power. Similarly, the men who produce works of genius are not those who live in the most delicate atmosphere, whose conversation is most brilliant of their culture the most extensive, but those who have had the power, ceasing suddenly to live only for themselves, to transform their personality into a sort of mirror, in such a way that their life, however mediocre it may be socially and even, in a sense, intellectually, is reflected by it, genius consisting in reflecting power and not in the intrinsic quality of the scene reflected.
MARCEL PROUST: Within a Budding Grove
Mind the gap. (Thanks, @Leask and @wilw)
Warm
I woke to the change in the engine pitch and the fasten seat-belt warning. We were approaching our destination. By that time the light through the window was turning warm gold as it declined behind the Pacific Ocean. The water below was a dark satin sheet. I thought of palm fronds and her milk white teeth.
