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Between the Uncomfortable Truths
Between the Uncomfortable Truthsby Michael DoyleIn the uncomfortable truths there were connectionsNothing compared to her open, honest reflectionsOn those things often very difficult to sayShe never paid much mind to bringing controversy to the dayPerhaps it is that she truly … Continue reading →
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Engulfed In A Church of Transition
Claude De Bussy’s music started a tonal revolution that brought with it an entirely different way of looking at music. It’s simply amazing in its tonal fluidity and how it transformed art music. Debussy’s Engulfed Cathedral: Engulfed In A … Continue reading →
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Tagged 20th Century, Aloft, Articulated, Articulation, Audibly, Balance, Beauty, Blurred Edges, Church, Claude De Bussey, Cold Death, Color, Construct, Control, Cultural Taste, Dawn, Delight, Edges, Embrace, Engulf, Engulfed Cathedral, Fluidity, Form, French, French Language, Gentleness, German, Grace, Harmony, Haste, Heard, Imagery, Impressionist, Just Another Pretty Face, Language, Light, Long, Look Deep, Lush, Mandate, Melody, Microcosm, Modernism, Music, Musical Action, New Breath, Nuances, Open Composition, Photograph, Poem, Poet's Soul, Poetry, Revolution, Revolutionary, Satisfaction, Sensation, Sense, Sensual, Shape, Shelf, Shifting Patterns, Shine, Sound, Subtle, Subtlety, Suspended, Symbolic Poetry, The Faun, Timber, Tonal, Tone Colors, Transition, Transparency, Visual Fluidity, Whole Tone, Yesterday
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