
Savoring the moment is living in the here and now, enthusiastically.
Real
Technical and Analytical Readings
- Thich Nhat Hanh and Lilian Cheung, Savor: Mindful Eating, Mindful Life (HarperOne, 2010).
Imaginary
Visual Arts
- Lucian Freud, Naked Child Laughing (1963)
- Francisco Goya, Young People Laughing (1819)
- Rembrandt van Rijn, Bust of a Laughing Young Man
Music: Composers, artists, and major works
Morton Feldman composed music without themes or rhythms. To appreciate it, the listener must strip away those expectations and just listen, centered in the present moment. A compilation of some of Feldman’s works called “The Ecstasy of the Moment”, is available, though rare and hard to find – unless you pay me a visit, in which case I will be happy to play it for you. Others of his works are more easily found on Amazon and other distribution sources, and on YouTube.
- Piano and String Quartet (1985)
- Three Voices (1982)
- Projections (1-5)
- Intersections: No. 1; No. 2; No. 3; No. 4.
- Durations (1-5)
- Vertical Thoughts: No. 1; No. 2; No. 3; No. 4; No. 5; No. 6 (1)
- Instruments: No. 1; No. 2; No. 3.
- Voices and Instruments
- Voices & Instruments II
- Voice, Violin and Piano
- Bass Clarinet and Percussion
- Voices & Cello
- Piano and Voices
Other works:
- Vivaldi, La Senna Festeggiante, RV 693 (1726): three allegorical characters interact in a rumination on life.
- Raga Chhaya, a Hindustani raag for early evening – chhaya means shadow, or influence (performances by Dasgupta and Maitra)
Poetry
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heap'd up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
Or hand of hymning angel, when 'tis seen
The silver strings of heavenly harp atween:
And let there glide by many a pearly car,
Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar,
And half discovered wings, and glances keen.
The while let music wander round my ears.
And as it reaches each delicious ending,
Let me write down a line of glorious tone,
And full of many wonders of the spheres:
For what a height my spirit is contending!
'Tis not content so soon to be alone.
[John Keats, “On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour”]