song of the summer

This was the best version i could find. If anyone has S. Isbin's wonderful, wonderful rendition, please pass it on. Danke.

song of the summer

Hard to decide. Guess it's got to be something French. So far:

Andecy, Isbin; Miroirs, Ravel; Easy living, Stan Tracey; Ikon of Joy/Sorrow, Tavener; Something in the air, Ziggy.

Any recommendations, people?

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Transcending oneself without transcendence.

--E. Bloch.

Not to get out of oneself; not to withdraw into oneself. Not this, not that (the Hindus would say).

Never trust a god who doesn't dance (sorry, m, still can't stop laughing when I think of God on a tractor).

Does one have to be an atheist to be a modern muslim? Some will flinch at having any pre-fix to the word muslim. Fundamentalist muslims will say: there is only one Islam. Yeah, okay, er...so try telling that to the Shias!

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Coming to the end of Herzog. Disappointing, to be honest. Too fragmentary. Some dazzling flashes, though. In particular, this:

At the corner, he paused to watch the work of the wrecking crew. The great metal ball swung at the walls, passed easily through brick, and entered the rooms, the lazy weight browsing on kitchens and parlors. Everything it touched wavered and burst, spilled down. There rose a white tranquil cloud of plaster dust. The afternoon was ending, and in the widening area of demolition was a fire fed by the wreckage ... Paint and varnish smoked like incense. The old flooring burned gratefully - the funeral of exhausted objects. Scaffolds walled with pink, white, green doors, quivered as the six-wheeled trucks carried off fallen brick. The sun, now leaving for New Jersey and the west, was surrounded by a dazzling broth of atmospheric gases.