Listening

Thanks to Beth at Wait - what? for posting this.

A day for listening

Matika Wilbur

Laura Ortman

Listening / Awake and Alive

Perry McClellan and Judith Gorman read the words of their son Orrin Gorman McClellan who penned these poems while serving with the U.S. Army in Afghanistan in 2005-2006.  Orrin, who struggled with PTSD after returning home, took his own life in 2010.
(Paragraph quoted from here)

Most people have the option of forgetting.  It's a survival thing.  Artists do not have that option, and I think that may of us suffer from hypermnesia, an exceptionally exact and vivid memory and often associated with mental illness, but our whole act of creating ... depends on that memory.  The only way we can get rid of it is to put it down on paper.

(Allen Say)

Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory.

(Bob Dylan)

I am always doing what I cannot do in order than I may learn from it.

(Picasso)

May my silences become more accurate.

(Theodore Roethke)

Woman with Window (1985)

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles -- "Visions of Johanna," from Blonde on Blonde, Bob Dylan, 1966