A form emerges, wild and free.
Improvised, yet deeply planned,
Structured, yet it dares to flee.
Each time a little different,
Spontaneous, bold, and rare,
Sometimes headless, tailless,
It drifts through the air.
everyone going home lost in thought...
Laurie Anderson peforming C.P.
Cavafy's Waiting For The Barbarians and Ithaca (with the Brooklyn Youth
Chorus and The Knights) (2023) 🤯
youtu.be/rI15W-BBhrw
everyone going home lost in thought...
Laurie Anderson peforming C.P.
Cavafy's Waiting For The Barbarians and Ithaca (with the Brooklyn Youth
Chorus and The Knights) (2023) 🤯
youtu.be/rI15W-BBhrw
If stars burn to dust with no turning back
Our love will remain—eternal resistance
A spark in the wind, defying the distance
A flame for the dawn, a light that won’t dim
The future begins when we rise
Within us runs currents of stars
We are generators of time
If stars burn to dust with no turning back
Our love will remain—eternal resistance
A spark in the wind, defying the distance
A flame for the dawn, a light that won’t dim
The future begins when we rise
Within us runs currents of stars
We are generators of time
That my eyes are seeing twice
Once for every expectation
And once for what I realize www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlD7...
That my eyes are seeing twice
Once for every expectation
And once for what I realize www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlD7...