“Our entire being is fashioned as an instrument of praise. Just as a master violin maker designs an instrument to produce maximum aesthetic results, so God tailor-made our bodies, souls and spirits to work together in consonance to produce pleasing expressions of praise and worship. When we use body language to express praise, that which is internal becomes visible.” MadeSoulUseBodyTogetherSpiritLanguageResultsDesignProduceExpressionMastersWorshipPraiseInstrumentsVisibleInternalsWorking TogetherMakersAestheticMaximumViolinBody LanguageTailorsPraise And WorshipConsonanceBody Soul And Spirit Author:Lamar Boschman
“IN PERSIA I SAW that poetry is meant to be set to music & chanted or sung--for one reason alone--because it works.A right combination of image & tune plunges the audience into a hal (something between emotional/aesthetic mood & trance of hyperawareness), outbursts of weeping, fits of dancing--measurable physical response to art. For us the link between poetry & body died with the bardic era--we read under the influence of a cartesian anaesthetic gas.” ArtReasonBodyAudienceSawsInfluenceEmotionalFitDiedDancingResponseMoodErasCombinationGasTunesPoetry IsLinksMeant To BeAestheticWeepingPlungeTranceOutburstPersia Author:Hakim
“Even as a child I was fascinated by death, not in a spiritual sense, but in an aesthetic one. A hamster or guinea pig would pass away, and, after burying the body, I'd dig it back up: over and over, until all that remained was a shoddy pelt. It earned me a certain reputation, especially when I moved on to other people's pets. "Igor," they called me. "Wicked, spooky." But I think my interest was actually fairly common, at least among adolescent boys. At that age, death is something that happens only to animals and grandparents, and studying it is like a science project.” PeopleThinkingChildrenBodyHappensAgeSpiritualCertainInterestAnimalCommonBoysStudyProjectsMovedReputationWickedPetFascinatedAestheticPigsGrandparentPassing AwaySpookyMoved OnGuineaBuryingHamstersAll That RemainsGuinea PigsI Moved On Author:David Sedaris