Miles Davis
Floating on the invisible surface of a sea I hear music playing on the coastline somewhere to my right. They are playing jazz. I know some time I was expected there but I move away from the shore towards the silent starless sky Everywhere on my left. The shore bends itself towards me. It gives ...
February 19. Jazz
A life for the art is a life apart. A life à part, a sacrifice of solitude. You have to keep moving on, or you will become mediocre, a painful aesthetic entrepreneur smiling unctuously to his customers. But how do you live art? Hear that question? It is no good thinking about that at all. ...