Monday, April 27th

by musicclipoftheday

Of sounds there is no end.

Harry Bertoia (1915-1978), sound sculptures, Bally, Pennsylvania



reading table

I found a bird this morning, down—down—on a little bush at the foot of the garden, and wherefore sing, I said, since nobody hears?

One sob in the throat, one flutter of bosom—’My business is to sing‘—and away she rose!

—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), letter to Dr. and Mrs. J. G. Holland, c. 1862