A New Week

This past weekend was fantastic on so many levels. One of the highlights included a Resonance Concert in New York City, which featured a wonderful amalgamation of music, poetry, and photography. Melancholy at its deepest manifestation:



Combined with Rilke, absolute perfection (then again how could Rilke be anything but perfect?):

I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that's wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:

a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.

To top it off, the photography of Sudek, a man with whom I could sympathize in part due to his lack of an arm (certainly his situation is much more dire than mine). His work is mesmorizing.

All in all this weekend was, like this perfect blend of art forms...beautiful.