
“Sounds are indeed like colors, and my hunger for a truer palette of colors grows day to day.”
Life in the Industry: A Musician's Diary
“Sounds are indeed like colors, and my hunger for a truer palette of colors grows day to day.”
Life in the Industry: A Musician's Diary
“How do the angels get to sleep / When the Devil leaves his porch light on?”
"Mr. Siegal", Heartattack and Vine (1980).
"Twenty-eight and Twenty-nine" in The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed (published 1860) p. 212.
Breakfast of Champions (1973)
Context: I was on par with the Creator of the Universe there in the dark in the cocktail lounge. I shrunk the Universe to a ball exactly one light-year in diameter. I had it explode. I had it disperse itself again.
Ask me a question, any question. How old is the Universe? It is one half-second old, but the half-second has lasted one quintillion years so far. Who created it? Nobody created it. It has always been here.
What is time? It is a serpent which eats its tail, like this:
This is the snake which uncoiled itself long enough to offer Eve the apple, which looked like this:
What was the apple which Eve and Adam ate? It was the Creator of the Universe.
And so on.
Symbols can be so beautiful, sometimes.
XXIII, p. 25
Kenneth Rexroth's translations, One Hundred Poems from the Japanese (1955)
" Autumn in King's Hintock Park http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hardy2.html" (1901), lines 1-6, from Time's Laughingstocks (1909)
Jiang Yi-huah (2013) cited in " Amid massive anti-nuclear protests, Taiwanese rethink their desired lifestyle http://www.taiwaninsights.com/tag/premier-jiang-yi-huah/" on Taiwan Insights, 14 April 2013