Showing posts with label Gary Jules. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gary Jules. Show all posts
December 30, 2010
Video From Day 49: Gary Jules ~ Something Else
Day 49: They never tell you there is strength in vulnerability...they only tell you not to cry...
And other valuable lessons.
Update: I wish I had a lampshade filled with the poetry of this man. I would set up in the middle of my room, like a disco ball, and watch as the room filled with words of wisdom...
November 7, 2010
Fifty First Day
And now I will begin the sharing of videos as well:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiSBJIqEYvg
Gary Jules is possibly one of the best poets of our time. I could only love him more if he were Canadian.
As his poetry draws me towards his music, I must rave over the lyrics. My favourite line in this song is the opening line: "There's no poetry between us / Said the paper to the pen" To me, that line is pure beauty. I can't even do justice trying to explain it, like true poetry. Such irony. Such truth. I've been in that place. I was in that place when I chose this song for the fifty-first day of my twent-fifth day. You can't push something that beautiful out of your mind, it just exists, on its own. That is art. That is the mystery of art. Sometimes I feel like it is merely free-flowing from my mind, but other times I wonder if maybe it just creates itself. In that instance, artists are merely the vehicles that transport it to the world. Thinking of it like that makes me even more grateful for the internet - a HUGE vehicle allowing us to share more beauty with one another!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiSBJIqEYvg
Gary Jules is possibly one of the best poets of our time. I could only love him more if he were Canadian.
As his poetry draws me towards his music, I must rave over the lyrics. My favourite line in this song is the opening line: "There's no poetry between us / Said the paper to the pen" To me, that line is pure beauty. I can't even do justice trying to explain it, like true poetry. Such irony. Such truth. I've been in that place. I was in that place when I chose this song for the fifty-first day of my twent-fifth day. You can't push something that beautiful out of your mind, it just exists, on its own. That is art. That is the mystery of art. Sometimes I feel like it is merely free-flowing from my mind, but other times I wonder if maybe it just creates itself. In that instance, artists are merely the vehicles that transport it to the world. Thinking of it like that makes me even more grateful for the internet - a HUGE vehicle allowing us to share more beauty with one another!
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