thousand reflections of the sky
walking, awake, the charms of my dreams,
And coming eclipse the standard of reality. ;
Max Jacob
message received Niemand
affected by the time your light,
"moment never ends" ... light never ends ....
this "needle-free light," that I keep close to me,
a little echo ... through this composer facetious ....
Topping the score, Satie wrote this note:
"To play 840 times on this ground It will be good to prepare for
prior, and in the deepest silence, by serious immobility "
"It was also in this room that stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung with a tic-tac dull, heavy, monotonous, and when the minute hand made the circuit of the dial and the hour was struck, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but a note so special and energy such that every hour, the musicians of the orchestra were forced to stop for a moment their agreements to stream music time; the dancers ceased their evolutions; was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company, and, tat that vibrated the chime, it was observed that became more insane pale, and the older and more sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused revery or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter pervaded the assembly, the musicians looked at each other and smiled as their nerves and their folly, and made whispering vows, each to others, that the next ring would not produce the same emotion in them, and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes which include three thousand six hundred seconds of Time that flies, came yet another chiming of the clock, and c ' were the same disorder, the same thrill, the same reveries. "
Edgar Allan Poe, extracted from Masque of the Red Death
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