BS: Hard Thinking: Prisons

Subject: Hard Thinking: Prisons
From: Amos
Date: 04 Feb 00 - 12:28 PM

PRISON

Within yourself deliverance must be searched for,
because each man makes his own prison.

Sir Edwin Arnold

Do you feel freer because of your music? Or do we build other kinds of self-imprisonment?

A

Subject: RE: BS: Hard Thinking: Prisons
From: canoer
Date: 04 Feb 00 - 12:46 PM

What do you mean, OR? Don't/can't both things happen? Just as a for instance, I know people (several!) who aren't the least bit free to relate to others, unless and until they have an instrument in their hands. At the same time, relying solely on that one outlet, they deprive themselves of a wider life. So to me, the answer is yes and yes.

Subject: RE: BS: Hard Thinking: Prisons
From: Metchosin
Date: 04 Feb 00 - 01:07 PM

Stone walls do not a prison make
Nor iron bars a cage

Lovelace?

Freer. Delight is in the process and that in itself is personally liberating.

Subject: RE: BS: Hard Thinking: Prisons
From: Amos
Date: 04 Feb 00 - 01:14 PM

I suspect that folksinging is akintotimetraveling in some respects. It expands the dimesnions beyond the normal boundaries of a signle lifetime and fleshes out the gray sketches of the past provided by dry histories. This adds wealth to the living of a life, and a sense of depth and meaning to the sometimes ordinary business of living. Thus, more freedom.

My two cents' worth.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Hard Thinking: Prisons
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 04 Feb 00 - 02:46 PM

Loneliness without the privacy to be lonely is the worst form of prison...Like on a ship with a bad crew...or where you cannot play your music, or sing because of fear ..that is a prison indeed. I remember listening to Beethovens only Opera, Fidelio. The prisoners chorus "Oh Welche Lust" (sp?) was playing at the same time that the news had reported some hostages had been released from Iran. At that precise moment I really understood the genius of Beethovens music. Yours, Aye. Dave

Subject: RE: BS: Hard Thinking: Prisons
From: sophocleese
Date: 04 Feb 00 - 02:49 PM

Metchosin. Yes it is Lovelace, To Althea from Prison.

Minds innocent and quiet,/ Take that as a hermitage. / If I have freedom in my love / And in my soul am free, / Angels alone, that soar above, / Enjoy such liberty.