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i'm sorry, but it's true...      however rigid you might find the need to confirm a truth...     but even the great piano composers    of the last century, be that liszt, chopin, satie, debussy, or schumann... can't compete with thomas newman's    score for american beauty, i.e. any other name...      it's the pauses, which act are stressors to the whole composition...    we're surrounded by so many sounds that are trans-mammalian...           we've become so accustomed to them, that, as i once said:     the song of birds with due end of spring: irritates me!    i'm sorry... i'm sorry that poetry seems feeble by way of imitating this approach...            there are never to few words to be said,    as said, regarding            someone's death: i wish i said...                              i wish i said this...     i wish i said           this to him (her)... poetry can fake this minimalism, akin to the oriental haiku...     but that's beside the point...             don't fake it...     drown in your words as the last breaths in the sea of narratives... thomas newman transcended the "masters" of piano...       i don't know how he managed to overcome satie or debussy...      i'm scratching my head thinking: huh?   he actually wrote a piano haiku! perhaps that's a misnomer example, but given the waterfall dynamic to my writing, i have no interest in using the correct word...    if the word i used was incorrect; god, it takes so little... to overpower so much,          say: overpowering the power hierarchy that gave us pyramids... why isn't there an aztec story   regarding those pyramids?     surely there must be something! ah! after all... those pyramids weren't tombs, dedicated toward a burial... they were sites of capital punishment,    imposing sites,     enough...          to warn future transgressors of law...                 these weren't tombs... they were scaffolds of capital execution...    no wonder there was no jewish stubbornness among the aztecs...          there was no divine intervention. yeah yeah, i know, atheism is vogue... but with atheism comes no art...               and why would art succumb to a rational "argument" for its existence?          fair enough... no canvas, no paint, no paint-strokes, no painting...       i hope you find a brick-wall more entertaining.
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
thomas newman vs. liszt, chopin, satie, debussy & schumann
i'm sorry, but it's true...      however rigid you might find the need to confirm a truth...     but even the great piano composers    of the last century, be that liszt, chopin, satie, debussy, or schumann... can't compete with thomas newman's    score for american beauty, i.e. any other name...      it's the pauses, which act are stressors to the whole composition...    we're surrounded by so many sounds that are trans-mammalian...           we've become so accustomed to them, that, as i once said:     the song of birds with due end of spring: irritates me!    i'm sorry... i'm sorry that poetry seems feeble by way of imitating this approach...            there are never to few words to be said,    as said, regarding            someone's death: i wish i said...                              i wish i said this...     i wish i said           this to him (her)... poetry can fake this minimalism, akin to the oriental haiku...     but that's beside the point...             don't fake it...     drown in your words as the last breaths in the sea of narratives... thomas newman transcended the "masters" of piano...       i don't know how he managed to overcome satie or debussy...      i'm scratching my head thinking: huh?   he actually wrote a piano haiku! perhaps that's a misnomer example, but given the waterfall dynamic to my writing, i have no interest in using the correct word...    if the word i used was incorrect; god, it takes so little... to overpower so much,          say: overpowering the power hierarchy that gave us pyramids... why isn't there an aztec story   regarding those pyramids?     surely there must be something! ah! after all... those pyramids weren't tombs, dedicated toward a burial... they were sites of capital punishment,    imposing sites,     enough...          to warn future transgressors of law...                 these weren't tombs... they were scaffolds of capital execution...    no wonder there was no jewish stubbornness among the aztecs...          there was no divine intervention. yeah yeah, i know, atheism is vogue... but with atheism comes no art...               and why would art succumb to a rational "argument" for its existence?          fair enough... no canvas, no paint, no paint-strokes, no painting...       i hope you find a brick-wall more entertaining.
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