Listening

Sometime I am blinded of what I know

Prevents me from listening

At the end of the tunnel, I hope, is another way

And in the ocean, after I hoist a sail

The wind will pick up

And carry me to a wider reality.

 

I start putting words in my pocket

The birds start picking and scatter them

Some fall on front yards, others on the river

Fish snatch the floating words

The fishermen jump with surprise

People come out of their doors and greet me 

I feel embarrassed, I answer with greetings

I’m thankful, their dogs like me

Tomorrow I will take a basketful of words to the Farmer’s Market 

I will sit next to the mushroom grower

She tells stories about creatures in the forest

I will be a good listener.

Listening is a talent

“The more I live the life the more I am convinced that it is the freely imaginative mind that is at the core of all vital music making and music listening…

 
Listening is a talent…two principal requisites for talented listening: first, the ability to open oneself up to musical experience; and secondly, the ability to evaluate critically that experience.
 
…for there are few pleasures in art greater than the secure sense that one can recognize batty when one comes upon it.”
 
…excerpts from Music and Imagination by Aaron Copland
 
While I’m writing these lines I’m listening at Scriabin’s music from the radio-TV: Music Choice-Light Classical.