music master

You that love lovers
This is your home. Welcome!

In the midst of making form, love
Made this love that melts form
With love for the door
Soul the vestibule

Watch the dust grains moving
In the light near the window

Their dance is our dance.

We rarely hear the inward music
But were all dancing to it nevertheless

Directed by the one who reaches us
The pure joy of the sun
Our music master

Rumi?

Dale Chihuly

Just watched a dvd of his work. What and amazing process and vision. This really lifts the sole. This is a person who is free, confident, leader and carisma and vision. And how beautiful are the things that he and the team create.

Surprises for me are:

How team it is (chihuly does not appear to actually blow any glass).
How fast it is per piece (no reheat practice)
How much glass gets made (hundred annd hundred of pieces)
How many people (over one hundred)
The unlimited imagination.
How casually pieces get broken.


http://www.chihuly.com/ for more magic

The subway train

In front darkness, speeding, deafening clatter, rambunctious movement.
Lights peek into the permanent night.
Surprises turn and swing.
Unaccustomed speed, relaxing and fulfilling.

Behind being, lit by fluorescent flicking, still live debris, nothingness staring.
No less clear although past.  
Advertising impresses life.  
Questions unanswered,
The future becomes the past apparently without notice to the present.      

Kind of Fun

This guys site is kind of fun

http://shmoovio.blogspot.com/

Movie and Picture blog is good in particular.