From one of my favourite CDs.
What is a trance except the forgetting of oneself, the remembering of the beloved? How can freedom and openness exist in such a constricted heart?
Putting my political hat on for a sec.
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Last week a Balochi leader was asked: "Is it true that you're getting help from outsiders, from the Indians against the Pakistani army"
[Earlier, Mengal had said: "it's the Punjabi army, not the Pakistani army...]
To which he replied: "Even if we need to get help from the devil, we'll take it".
In the meantime, the killings and abductions go on. You sometimes think: the beauty of art and music doesn't make a jot of a difference. Drink up, Khayyam,time's heavy hand is upon our heart...
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In this music you can hear strains of a home long abandoned. The older the music is, the more you think the first note contains all other possibilities (Barenboim). From one to two. 'Me & You'. Not quite the shortest poem in the world, but one of the most beautiful. The religious purists and the patriots, on the other hand, go from two to one: one true religion or 'one nation, one people'. Both have difficulty with the messiness of the real world, of real people. And both come on the back of determining who isn't quite a true believer, who isn't really a 'person' (read: jews, gays, the poor, women, ethnic minorities...).
...
Last week a Balochi leader was asked: "Is it true that you're getting help from outsiders, from the Indians against the Pakistani army"
[Earlier, Mengal had said: "it's the Punjabi army, not the Pakistani army...]
To which he replied: "Even if we need to get help from the devil, we'll take it".
In the meantime, the killings and abductions go on. You sometimes think: the beauty of art and music doesn't make a jot of a difference. Drink up, Khayyam,time's heavy hand is upon our heart...
~~~
In this music you can hear strains of a home long abandoned. The older the music is, the more you think the first note contains all other possibilities (Barenboim). From one to two. 'Me & You'. Not quite the shortest poem in the world, but one of the most beautiful. The religious purists and the patriots, on the other hand, go from two to one: one true religion or 'one nation, one people'. Both have difficulty with the messiness of the real world, of real people. And both come on the back of determining who isn't quite a true believer, who isn't really a 'person' (read: jews, gays, the poor, women, ethnic minorities...).
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