#sound

I had once been splintered into a million beings and objects. Today I am one, tomorrow I shall splinter again. And thus everything in the world decants and modulates. That day I was on the crest of a wave. I knew that all my surroundings were notes of one and the same harmony, knew - secretly - the source and the inevitable resolution of the sounds assembled for an instant, and the new chord that would be engendered by each of the dispersing notes. My soul's musical ear knew and comprehended everything. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#music

Song of myself Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night, Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick, The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and color'd lights, The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow march play'd at the head of the association marching two and two, (They go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.) I hear the violoncello, ('tis the young man's heart's complaint,) I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast. I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#music #noises #sounds #death

When the rain has no sound, she comes to me for love. ↗

— Cecil Thounaojam

#rain #sound #love

I had always said to myself that forty was the cut off point of my apprenticeship which may for some people sound like a very long one, but the novel as art is a middle-aged art. ↗

— Jane Rule

#apprenticeship #art #cut #forty #had

It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life. ↗

— Max Frisch

#ending #life #meaning #precisely #proper

Blues was my first love. It was the first thing where I said, 'Oh man, this is the stuff.' It just sounded so raw and honest, gut-bucket honest. From then I started rebelling. ↗

— Carlos Santana

#first #first love #first thing #honest #i

I was left with an urge to make the guitar sound like things it shouldn't be able to sound like. ↗

— Adrian Belew

#guitar #i #left #like #make

The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#forest #path #skepticism #sound #thick

I thought the best thing you were supposed to do was find somebody and try to sound like them. ↗

— Ruth Brown

#find #i #like #somebody #sound

I can laugh on cue, and it sounds real. People laugh with me. ↗