I'm a brass band, I'm a harpsichord, I'm a clarinet. I'm the Philedelphia Orchestra, I'm the Modern Jazz Quartet. I'm the band in Macy's big parade, and wild count basie blast. I'm the bells of St Peter's in Rome, I'm tissue paper on a comb, and all these kinds of music keep pouring........ out of me coz...... someboday loves me! at LAST!
Thursday, June 24
"The products of imagination are most often seen as deformations or distortions of the real - distortions conceived in the service of wish, and created through the sleights of mind as condensation, substitution, negation." Mary Watkins (Invisible Guests, The Development of Imaginal Dialogue, 1986)
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