#quotetoday, “You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it..” let the music be with you..

“You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it..” – James Wright

Ran into this quote via a tweet from Paris Review, regarding their interview with James Wright in 1975, which you can find in below link:

Paris Review – The Art of Poetry No. 19, James Wright

 Loved the meaning of the sentence the moment I read it, and it recalls different meanings each time I read or think over it. Music, and water of course, are the two things I run / nestle to whenever I need to find relief, serenity and calm down. Actually music is always with me, in my both best and worst moments. Probably that is why I was attracted to this quote so much.. Also with this equation of music being relief for me, I perceived the meaning as a hope that never let life get you to a point where you close the door to find relief, to heal – whatever the source of that for you is..

In the interview, James Wright links this sentence to an Irish tradition of having the determination to live, and adds upon it,  a story of an Irish Poet of the eighteenth century, Anthony Raftery. When asked who he is, while standing in the corner of a bar carrying a hand harp, the poet expresses himself as below.

“I am Raftery, the poet, full of hope and love, with no light in my eyes, and with gentleness that has no misery, going west upon my pilgrimage by the light of my heart, though feeble and tired to the end of my road, and behold me now, with my back to the wall, playing music unto empty pockets.” –translation of  Dr. Douglas Hyde as stated in Paris Review interview.

and below is the music quote combined with a scene from Sainte-Chapelle concerts, listening to arias, where I used to go often and find relief and joy when I was in Paris.

 

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Dearest Fitzgerald from dearest Hemingway’s words..

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“Later he became conscious of his damaged wings..learned to think and could not fly anymore..he could only remember when it had been effortless” Beautiful quote by Hemingway to describe his close friend of the lost generation, the creator of the Jazz Age, his Fitzgerald..
and to describe all the situations in which we are rarely awarded with the natural beauty of flow, but penalized by flaw.. flaw or any occurrence in the chain of events that actually had the mission to bring you to where you are, the perfect stage of  “now”, if you’re lucky- to that magical flow, that perfect pattern. sometimes the same flaw that  creates it and makes you lose it right away.  sometimes there is a very thin line for transition in between, like a tide,  as little as the small letter change between flow and the flaw.

Hemingway’s words on the butterfly wings and all , just recalled the butterfly effect , the sensitive dependency on initial conditions “A very small change in initial conditions creates a significantly different outcome.” who knows, what it was for.

Also, for the curious minds!:) If you are triggered as a curious like me to wonder how the natural pattern on a butterfly’s wing is made, here is a New York Times article on How Nature Makes a Butterfly’s Wing!

 “After position and wing shape comes the imposition of pattern.. Though each segment may bear a different pattern, all can be considered variants of the same basic theme…” from the article in New York Times, by Nicholas Wade