serenity tagged me this week with these instructions:
(1) Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages)
(2) Open the book to page 123
(3) Find the fifth sentence
(4) Post the next three sentences
(5) Tag five people
now... #1 is the hardest. within reach of me are meaning i can actually see them without moving at all at least seven books. that doesn't include all the ones across the room in the bookcase and stacked on the end table and, oh yeah, the new ones over on the kitchen counter where i set them after i opened the amazon box. can't wait to dive into those! new books are so tempting, so luscious... i know what i hope to find in them, them, that's why i bought them, but i don't really know what's coming, what delicious centers are wrapped in the chocolate coating of their covers...
but i digress. sort of.
so to choose... the closest book is art and fear, by david bayles and ted orland. it's about the process of creating art, and the struggle that goes along with being an artist, but it's only 122 pages long, so it doesn't count! but i'll leave you with a cool quote from it anyway, so you'll know why you'll like the book.
Writing is easy:
all you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper
until the drops of blood form on your forehead.
but on to the official #1. which, given what serenity herself wrote, is quite, um, astonishing.
the book: a circle of quiet
the author: madeleine l'engle!
So we left literature and talked about the body, and I kept asking questions: what is it in you which gives you this freedom?
and the rest of the paragraph i'm cheating--i gave you 4 sentences, not 3:
Finally one of the young men, with great reluctance, pulled out the word: skeleton. It is our bones, our structure, which frees us to dance, to make love. Without our structure we would be an imprisoned, amorphous blob of flesh, incapable of response. The amoeba has a minimum of structure, but I doubt if it has much fun.
i'm tempted to muse on that, about what it is we're each structuring our lives around, what it is that really gives us our freedom... but i won't. it's worth pondering, though. and i can't promise, for those of you who are local, that it won't end up as a sermon someday...
and now for new love--
oh my stars.
you may have noticed an addition to the these days i'm listening to list.
how in the world have i missed ryan adams until now?
oh, it's not like i've never heard his music, but always in passing. i'd never really paid attention. but people i know, people whose taste i respect, really appreciate him. so, when i had some gift money to spend, i asked for some suggestions about which of his cds to buy: what are the three ryan adams cds i should get first?
so i did. and holy... well, holy something. he's amazing. i haven't listened to anything else since i got them two weeks ago.
feel sorry for the poor sky blue sky cd. although it got unwrapped, and it got loaded into i-tunes... it's been ignored.
i am in love.
i recently heard that, whether from oliver sak's musicophilia or in daniel j. levitin's this is your brain on music i'm not sure, but they're really cool books so it wouldn't hurt you to read them both, listening to music engages a vast majority of our brains. other arts forms engage one or two areas, but music engages a totality of the ol' gray matter. which may be why great music is so powerful. and madeleine l'engle, in the book i quoted from in the first half of this post, said this, which, even though it's about words, describes so perfectly what i experience when listening to my new pal ryan:
Ontology is one of my son-in-law's favorite words, and I'm apt to get drunk on words, to go on jags; ontology is my jag for this summer...
i confess, i'm a little drunk on ryan adams' music. he's my jag for now. but unlike some jags, which, once the first infatuation is gone, so are they, his music will stay right up there in my very top tier of favorites, the ones that i drink from deeply and often. his songs, like theirs, fill and intoxicate my mind and heart...
because it's such damn fine music.