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pop “dissidents” of the Kamocsa Bella or Mircea
Florian and to those who radiated/exuded style
and calm like Johnny Bota and Tony Kühn,
to Mircea Tiberian and Harry Taviatian, to
Puiu Pascu, Aura Urziceanu and Anca Parghel
(she who has gone to the Eternal East) and to
many others who whispered to me something
impossible to share, since our feelings, lava-
flowing, subtle and creative as they are, cannot
translate into/express in words what we have
received into the very substance of our being,
which…is that whisper of the Absolute Being
of which we are part and which we continue to
experience as long as our portions of life (and
hence of feeling) endure, which comes from
always and will leave for always.
I listened to Summertime interpreted in a
huge variety of ways and realized that a jazz
Summertime can have the same resonance as
Summertime sung by the inimitable Janis Joplin
and can even plumb the depths from which you
feel a tear for Cosmic Blues preparing to well
up. And I discovered Summertime within myself
as a part of Mozart’s Requiem, or echoes of the
clavichord used by Bach and Handel, or like the
delicate sounds modulated in more recent times
by Portishead or Massive Attack, together with
the strange perfumes of concert halls where it
seems that even the sound enters the olfactory
nerve in order to penetrate even more deeply into
the memory, where it remains in a distilled state
with its identity multiplied to the absolute. STATE
without passivity. Without duality. The state of
feeling the inner presence of Being pausing to rest
within us for an instant, the Being that comes from
always and will return to always.

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