Still, The Earth Moves— At Kada Gallery, Erie, PA
Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.
–Delmore Schwartz, Calmly We Walk Through This April’s Day, 1938
Nothing to say this Sunday morning. Certainly nothing that hasn’t been said a million times before by a million different people in a million different places on a million different mornings just like this one.
And that’s okay. If it was good stuff then, it’s probably good stuff now.
Maybe we need to keep saying those same things over and over until they no longer need to be said. To the point where they become enmeshed in of our genetic makeup and no longer appear as a new revelation each time they are heard.
But until that happens, we’ll keep saying things over and over and the world will continue going around.
For the record, poet Delmore Schwartz (1913-1966) had great influence on Lou Reed among many other poets and musicians, including writer Saul Bellow, who based his award-winning novel Humboldt’s Gift on his relationship with Schwartz, who had been his mentor..
Guess I better get to this week’s Sunday Morning Music before the world spins past this moment. This is Bill Withers and his World Keeps Going Around, recorded live at Carnegie Hall in October of 1972. Over fifty years of the world turning around since that performance.
Good stuff then, good stuff now.
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