Ms. Ezra Furman
@msezrafurman.bsky.social
She writes she sings she pleads for her life.
That’s really well-said. “What they perform and how we receive it.” Thanks for that
July 24, 2025 at 5:22 PM
That’s really well-said. “What they perform and how we receive it.” Thanks for that
No promises darling but thank you. My sweet heatgulp
March 6, 2025 at 4:04 PM
No promises darling but thank you. My sweet heatgulp
Ya just made it into the song I’m working on today
March 6, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Ya just made it into the song I’m working on today
The right light is not always easy to find. When someone shines a light that is the right one for you, be grateful, of course. But be proud, too. That you worked out just how to turn your soul to catch it.
March 3, 2025 at 3:59 PM
The right light is not always easy to find. When someone shines a light that is the right one for you, be grateful, of course. But be proud, too. That you worked out just how to turn your soul to catch it.
There is no fallacy in loving music or any other art in this way. I’m not making a big deal out of nothing. I’m making a big deal out of my own mind, my soul, the way it shines when you turn it in just the right light.
March 3, 2025 at 3:59 PM
There is no fallacy in loving music or any other art in this way. I’m not making a big deal out of nothing. I’m making a big deal out of my own mind, my soul, the way it shines when you turn it in just the right light.
What’s great - what’s so great that I can rightly call it sacred - is how they move through me, how they meet my life and make it sing.
March 3, 2025 at 3:59 PM
What’s great - what’s so great that I can rightly call it sacred - is how they move through me, how they meet my life and make it sing.
There is no way the Velvet Underground’s records are as great as I experience them to be. “Great”? They’re just records.
March 3, 2025 at 3:59 PM
There is no way the Velvet Underground’s records are as great as I experience them to be. “Great”? They’re just records.
The author is pursing her lips and blowing into a trumpet. You are the trumpet.
What comes out of the horn is your experience of the artwork, which is its final or finest product.
The artist is an artist because she knows just how to play you.
What comes out of the horn is your experience of the artwork, which is its final or finest product.
The artist is an artist because she knows just how to play you.
March 3, 2025 at 3:59 PM
The author is pursing her lips and blowing into a trumpet. You are the trumpet.
What comes out of the horn is your experience of the artwork, which is its final or finest product.
The artist is an artist because she knows just how to play you.
What comes out of the horn is your experience of the artwork, which is its final or finest product.
The artist is an artist because she knows just how to play you.
An artwork is about that part of the audience that is most tuned to its frequency, the ones who vibrate when the artwork’s note is sounded.
March 3, 2025 at 3:59 PM
An artwork is about that part of the audience that is most tuned to its frequency, the ones who vibrate when the artwork’s note is sounded.
I propose that this feeling is correct. You feel it because it’s true. The story is your story. It is your story as much as, and often more than, it is the author’s story. It can be your story more than it is the story of the supposed “subject” of the piece, the protagonist or topic.
March 3, 2025 at 3:59 PM
I propose that this feeling is correct. You feel it because it’s true. The story is your story. It is your story as much as, and often more than, it is the author’s story. It can be your story more than it is the story of the supposed “subject” of the piece, the protagonist or topic.