Sometimes we say with music the things we dare not act on. Sometimes those dramatic emotions are much better put forth in song than in acted energy. I would much prefer to let my fickle heart sing art than bear the consequences of its instability: practice the profession where it’s still safe.
"If you won’t let me fight for you then get out of the way or I’ll swallow you, whole, spit you out in a dream of drowning, deep, fish swim free. But, you’re still here. I’m with salty tears. And, you, you get nothing. Nothing. But, wishes far gone, bones of caterpillars lost and without their home."
"Yes, the highest things are beyond words. That is probably why all art aspires to the condition of wordlessness. When literature works on you, it does so in silence, in your dreams, in your wordless moments. Good words enter you and become moods, become the quiet fabric of your being. Like music, like painting, literature too wants to transcend its primary condition and become something higher. Art wants to move into silence, into the emotional and spiritual conditions of the world. Statues become melodies, melodies become yearnings, yearnings become actions."
-Ben Okri ….Oh lordy. This runs deep.