The piano's world encompasses glass-nerved virtuosi
and stomping barrel-housers in fedoras;
it is a world of pasture and storm,
of perfumed smoke,
of liquid mathematics.”
~Kenneth Miller
1 comment:
Mama Cache
said...
The photo is beautiful. Period. When I take it in with all of it's wonderful abstractness, I smile and nod and . . . then I remember that you took this photograph, and it is real.
It is at that point that it begins to mess with my mind. There is something inside of me that squirms at the thought of liquid on keys.
You are going to fix this, my dilemma, aren't you?
1 comment:
The photo is beautiful. Period. When I take it in with all of it's wonderful abstractness, I smile and nod and . . . then I remember that you took this photograph, and it is real.
It is at that point that it begins to mess with my mind. There is something inside of me that squirms at the thought of liquid on keys.
You are going to fix this, my dilemma, aren't you?
Pweese?
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