Thoughts on Music and Art


A soul delighting in music is as pure as any prayer.

It is difficult to watch someone reveling unabashedly in music; it brings out depths of feeling that one is not quite comfortable with.

To create art is to open oneself up to the world–to become a living conduit between the lands of spirit and flesh.

Sincerely,

Emilie

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5 thoughts on “Thoughts on Music and Art

  1. A few questions:

    What are spirit and flesh? How are they different and separate (besides spelling)? Some have suggested that the relation of spiritual and material is comparable to the relation of software and hardware, and each is dependent on the other. Is that a useful analogy?

    And there is a story told about music: that there are two kinds: the music of Pan and the music of Apollo, that the first makes everything that hears it want to move and dance and sometimes panic, while the second makes everything become still and inward, even the wind stops and in stillness and beholds itself. So?

  2. I would say that flesh is the world of man–every day physical reality and the expectations that come with it. Spirit would be the truer self, surpassing physical or physiological limitations.
    The analogy is ok to an extent–but it, like all analogies, falls short.

    I think that most music at times does both, sometimes at the same time. It is this paradox that makes music so powerful.
    I don’t know much of the mythology here but I will definitely look into it.
    Have any more you’re willing to share?

  3. Is there a truer self? To be discovered or created? Like an artifact to be dug up or like a story or poem to make up, even a life-long painting project?

    I went to a psychic once. She gave me tea and cookies. She played relaxing music, and there was incense in the air. She sat on couch beside me, and massaged my head and shoulders. Then she told me to close my eyes and simply wait and pay close attention to what happens, to wait until she says open your eyes. So I did. I waited, nothing happened. She finally said open your eyes. I did. What happened, she asked. Nothing, I said. Surely, you heard some voice say something, she said. Voice? All was silent, I said, except for your music. No little voice back in there somewhere saying something like: what is she doing and why am I going along with her? Well, yes, I said, and I started counting. I got to 11 before you said open your eyes. And pictures, she asked? Well yes, I said, I did have some pictures of sorts come up in my mind … So who is doing the talking and who the listening, she asked? Who showed those pictures to whom? Do you have a bunch of people in there? And so on, until I got a headache …

  4. Is there a truer self? To be discovered or created? Like an artifact to be dug up or like a story or poem to make up, even a life-long painting project?

    I went to a psychic once. She gave me tea and cookies. She played relaxing music, and there was incense in the air. She sat on the couch beside me, and massaged my head and shoulders. Then she told me to close my eyes and simply wait and pay close attention to what happens, to wait until she says open your eyes. So I did. I waited, nothing happened. She finally said open your eyes. I did. What happened, she asked. Nothing, I said. Surely, you heard some voice say something, she said. Voice? All was silent, I said, except for your music. No little voice back in there somewhere saying something like: what is she doing and why am I going along with her? Well, yes, I said, and I started counting. I got to 11 before you said open your eyes. And pictures, she asked? Well yes, I said, I did have some pictures of sorts come up in my mind … So who is doing the talking and who the listening, she asked? Who showed those pictures to whom? Do you have a bunch of people in there? And so on, until I got a headache …

    • Is there a true self–I say yes.
      To be made up or to be discovered? Well I would say it is a combination of both. I don’t think there is one ironclad version of YOU inside. I do however think that we constantly lie to ourselves, and in reference to the original post when experiencing a sort of “transcendence” I suppose you could say through music those lies get peeled back and exposed.
      I think when I say “true self” it is not a picture of the perfect you floating around in the cosmos and just waiting to be tapped into before finding perfect bliss and your secret potential or whatever else has been wrapped up around the idea of “self” making it appear far more glamorous than it actually is. I think it is just the core of a person, freed from all of the facades that society and self-doubt require.

      As to the psychic stuff–I don’t buy it. I buy therapy and the fact that music can trigger memories. But all of that other stuff, the incense, the mystery, and the vague probes are all chicanery in my book.

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