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Music is just a word for something we love largely because it consists of things that words can't express. likewise, the heart is just a word for something in us that music sometimes touches.

-David James Duncan

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Music Is Just A Word For Something

David James Duncan

Music is just a word for something we love largely because it consists of things that words can't express. likewise, the heart is just a word for something in us that music sometimes touches.

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If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent if the unheard, unspoken word is unspoken, unheard; still is the spoken word, the word unheard, the word without a word, the word within the world and for the world; and the light shone in the darkness and against the word the unstilled world still whirled about the center of the silent word. oh my people, what have i done unto thee. where shall the word be found, where shall the word resound? not here, there is not enough silence

Now i know surely and forever, however much i have blotted our waking love, its memory is still there. and i know the web, the net, the blind and crippled bird. for then, for one brief instant it was not blind, nor trapped, not crippled. for one heart beat the heart was free and moved itself. o love, i who am lost and damned with words, whose words are a business and an art, i have no words. these words, this poem, this is all confusion and ignorance. but i know that coached by your sweet heart, my heart beat one free beat and sent through all my flesh the blood of truth.

I work at a record label where i have archives. these things [memorabilia] occurred and are important to somebody, and they're important to me. i find the record industry largely repellent. this music, the teen idles, all of that stuff, is important to me. i don't have lawyers, an agent or a manager. however i find the music industry largely repellent. i just make records because that's what i love to do. so i think that era, those pieces of media, i keep in my collection.

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. as names have power, words have power. words can light fires in the minds of men. words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. there are seven words that will make a person love you. there are ten words that will break a strong man's will. but a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. a name is the fire itself.

Human life is basically a comedy. even its tragedies often seem comic to the spectator, and not infrequently they actually have comic touches to the victim. happiness probably consists largely in the capacity to detect and relish them. a man who can laugh, if only at himself, is never really miserable.

I do not love you except because i love you; i go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from cold to fire. i love you only because it's you the one i love; i hate you deeply, and hating you bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you is that i do not see you but love you blindly. maybe january light will consume my heart with its cruel ray, stealing my key to true calm. in this part of the story i am the one who dies, the only one, and i will die of love because i love you, because i love you, love, in fire and blood.

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