Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
Cracked Crude Dance Human Kettle
Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Beauty Creation Words
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.
grief loss mourning suffering Death
To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?
live music rhythm Life
The music coming from inside sounded like robots fucking. And complaining about it. In rhythmic monotone. European robots.