Little Eagle, after storm, VII.6.2009. Eagle Cap Wilderness . . .
On the road in the American Northwest.
BEAUTY AS BALANCE
Beauty abhors the contortionist, the Yogi who wraps
himself in a wire-ball of knots, the Paganinni with his
devilish slights of hand, the architect who folds metal
into a smashed guitar. The more a culture goes the
way of the technical mastery of mere outwardly measured
hyper-difficulty, and the more this is projected as an
ideal-to-be-achieved, the more this culture will lose its
resonance with the more rarefied air of the sacred, with
the higher spiritual dimensions of artistic endeavor.
Is there anything in Music which is absolute, a kind
of unchanging touchstone of beauty and truth? If we
begin by assuming that the primary elements of musical
reality are not really things at all, but rather relationships,
then it becomes clear that the balance of relationship is
of primary importance. So, in a way, what is unchanging
in Music is change or the movement of balance itself.
Muir (Crater) Lake,
Eagle Cap Wilderness