If we are to change our world view, images have to change. The artist now has a very important job to do. He’s not a little peripheral figure entertaining rich people, he’s really needed.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Happy Valentine’s Day! Here is a wonderful poem about love from Anne Bradstreet in 1678. It is better than any Hallmark card.
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in man,
Compare with me, ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
My love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
—-Anne Bradstreet (c.1612-1672)
“To My Dear and Loving Husband” 1678
“A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people.
The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?”
I got this story from the Knowledge of Tomorrow Facebook page, which my sister shared.
It brings up an interesting point which conservatives especially should be aware of. We need to be about more than just conserving the Constitution. We need to preserve and conserve the Western Tradition. We need to preserve Bach, and a culture that values the beauty of truly beautiful music over the destabilizing and misogynistic pablum that often purports to call itself music today. The themes in a classical piece are deep and take time to develop, like thoughts in the mind. When I get in the car tomorrow I will take the time to find a classical station to program into my selections. Perhaps I can convince you to as well. Your children may even like it. It was they who were most often pulled to the beauty of the unity of Bell and Bach as their parents pulled them down into the hustle of the DC Metro.
Find the True, the Beautiful and the Good and Conserve it, whenever possible that it may not fade from the Earth.
- How many other things do we miss? (jojobayvel.com)
- Someone shared this with me today,I just had to share it! (kimbascreativedesign.wordpress.com)
- Joshua Bell Busking??!! A Lesson in Moment Living (lifeschoolinc.wordpress.com)
- Well know musician plays violin in a station (wemustknow.wordpress.com)
- STOP and enjoy what’s around you…you’re missing out! (hellosuga.wordpress.com)
- Day 359 Question 359 (diane-owens.com)
- Awareness (picassodreams.com)
- social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people (researchfordesign.wordpress.com)
- ‘What Would You Have Done?’ (jpfinn7.wordpress.com)
- Paying ‘More Close’ Attention (hannawilburs.wordpress.com)
This is an incredibly beautiful image. It documents a rare event, a snowfall in the Holy Land. Such moments of Beauty are often rare. They arrest our perception, and cause us to look more deeply at the world. Take a moment and STOP and enjoy this. The ugliness can wait.