Saturday, 11/26/11

by musicclipoftheday

Some musicians come straight at you—others sideways.

Andrew Hill (1931-2007), live, 2004, New York



reading table

The pebble
is a perfect creature

equal to itself
mindful of its limits

filled exactly
with a pebbly meaning

with a scent that does not remind one of anything
does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire

its ardour and coldness
are just and full of dignity

I feel a heavy remorse
when I hold it in my hand
and its noble body
is permeated by false warmth

—Pebbles cannot be tamed
to the end they will look at us
with a calm and very clear eye

—Zbigniew Herbert, “Pebble” (trans. Czeslaw Milosz & Peter Dale Scott)