Recent post Reptiles of the Mind tripped swiftly off my fingertips, and it sounds very well and straightforward, my wisdom (ahem) about new ideas. But let me tell you something. There’s an old saying by I’ve-forgotten-whom: God, beware of Philip (?) today. That’s how I feel: People, beware of Judith today.
Because we went to a concert of living Latin-American composers of contemporary music last night at Williams College. That’s REALLY contemporary stuff, new ideas, big-time. Which I’ve just advised us all to welcome, right? So how did I do?
I spent the evening biting my lip and squirming and fidgeting and constantly reminding myself of the relationship between practising and preaching. Telling myself to resist defining these strange unfamiliar sounds as “noise,” to stop labeling the silences and screeches and scratches as “silly,” to stop waiting for familiar harmonies and listen instead to what was there — in short, to keep an open mind, and the reptiles at bay.
But I feel compelled to warn you, man, it was hard. I’m not taking it back, mind you. But there’s a reason so many heads are filled with standing water. All I can say is, Onward!
And now, because snakes and Valentine’s Day don’t mix (not in my mind at least), let me offer my Valentine wishes for you over here —