Howl



It's been a month since my last post, and I feel terrible. Now that I am back no a more regular schedule, I'll be able to post with greater frequency - hopefully weekly. Below are three recordings, each of me and are somewhat explanatory.

Greetings
Howl
My Howl

With much love,
Yours,
Sam

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Eyes

They say eyes are the window to the soul. While I don't necessarily disagree, I find this discernment somewhat underwhelming. I have not always thought this, however. For a considerable time, I understood eyes through their functionalism - they are the very organ used by one to visualize, and thus interpret, their world. Rather than a window to the soul for me , they were a window to the world for you . As time went on, things changed. I looked into the eyes of those close to me. Deeper            Deeper                       Deeper I fell in love, I continued looking. Deeper            Deeper                       Deeper Then, You. One day I looked into a set of eyes and was met with something I could never have imagined. It wasn't anything I could see. It wasn't the hues of greenish...
Read more

Rilke - Thoughts on Love & Distance

Raner Maria Rilke - Excerpts from Letters to a Young Poet , 1903-1908 Worpswede, near Bremen  July 16, 1903 My dear Mr. Kappus: I have left a letter from you unanswered for a long time; not because I had forgotten it — on the contrary: it is the kind that one reads again when one finds it among other letters, and I recognize you in it as if you were very near. It is your letter of May second, and I am sure you remember it. As I read it now, in the great silence of these distances, I am touched by your beautiful anxiety about life, even more than I was in Paris, where everything echoes and fades away differently because of the excessive noise that makes Things tremble. Here, where I am surrounded by an enormous landscape, which the winds move across as they come from the seas, here I feel that there is no one anywhere who can answer for you those questions and feelings which, in their depths, have a life of their own; for even the most articulate people are unable to help, s...
Read more