“Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted in the waving grass And by the streamers of the white cloud And whispers of the wind in the listening sky. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour.” HeartNamesLeftBornWhiteSunFireAirSkyFieldsWindListeningHighestCloudsSnowGrassHonourCentreVividWhite Clouds Author:Stephen Spender
“In all cultures, it is the task of a religion to close the field of contingency ...and to set up havens of the absolute where it is possible to be led from acting to listening, from having to being, from planning to hoping, from judging to forgiving from the finite into the infinite. A society in which such open spaces of eternity do not exist or are only insufficiently developed dies of itself due to lack of air to breathe.” DiesCultureSpaceActingAirHavensFieldsJudgingListeningTasksEternityAbsolutesInfiniteForgivingDuesBreathePlanningFiniteContingencyOpen Spaces Author:Eugen Drewermann
“After months of playing air guitar to 'Free Bird', what really got me into guitar was watching a documentary about Jimi Hendrix and picking up the Woodstock soundtrack. Listening to his version of 'Star Spangled Banner' and 'Purple Haze.' My brother played acoustic guitar and, idolising him, I thought, 'I'm going to get a guitar.'” StarsAirBrotherListeningMonthsBirdGuitarVersionsMy BrotherDocumentariesPurpleAcousticsBannerSoundtracksHendrixHazeAcoustic GuitarWoodstockPurple HazeAir Guitar Author:Kirk Hammett
“"It is light that reveals, light that obscures, light that communicates. It is light I "listen" to. The light late in the day has a distinct quality, as it fades toward the darkness of evening. After sunset there is a gentle leaving of the light, the air begins to still, and a quiet descends. I see magic in the quiet light of dusk. I feel quiet, yet intense energy in the natural elements of our habitat. A sense of magic prevails. A sense of mystery. It is a time for contemplation, for listening - a time for making photographs. "” FeelsStillsLightEnergyNaturalQualityDarknessMagicAirMysteryListeningQuietElementsLatePhotographyLeavingPhotographerPhotographCommunicateIntenseEveningGentleContemplationSunsetFadesDuskHabitatNatural Elements Author:John Sexton
“When I was in New York working for [Frederick] Kiesler, at night I listened to Jean Shephard who lasted from 1957 until 1976 and then went off the air. But also I was listening to Long John Nebel. Now, Long John was what Art Bell and George Noory do now.” LongArtNightAirNew YorkListeningArt IsBells Author:Paul Laffoley
“I heard Nixon speak. He was talking about free enterprise, getting the government off your back, lowering the taxes and strengthening the military. Listening to Nixon speak sounded more like a breath of fresh air. I said to my friend, I said, "What party is he?" My friend said, "He's a Republican." I said, "Then I am a Republican."” SaidGovernmentSpeakPartyTalkingHeardAirMilitaryListeningRepublicanTaxesMy FriendsBreathsEnterpriseStrengtheningFresh AirFree Enterprise Author:Arnold Schwarzenegger