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Random Moments — Fraction.10

Soul­ful singer In his own place, Space, time, lost, found Singer’s soul

The things most natural

Fol­low the path, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. After my last post I sat down and spent some time pon­der­ing why it is rather dif­fi­cult for me to pro­mote my own work. I’ve been on uneasy terms with “the Inter­net” ever since I first became aware of it back in ’95 as men­tioned in a

Knowledge and Interdependence

Of what ben­e­fit is knowl­edge? That depends on how well one is able to apply it. We can cer­tainly know a lot of things, but that doesn’t mean we are always able, or even will­ing, to prop­erly apply that knowl­edge when called upon. We may know that eat­ing cer­tain foods can trig­ger aller­gic reac­tions but

Gateways

Gate­ways, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Alas, I have been severely slack­ing again. I would have liked to present a great rea­son for the lack of activ­ity – work­ing on a book that’s almost fin­ished now, some new com­po­si­tions that I wanted to com­plete – but it is non thereof. Instead I have spent quite

Wind’s little sister

Wind’s lit­tle sis­ter, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. “Come chil­dren, come gather round, I want to show you some­thing,” mas­ter Wu Shi encour­aged his lit­tle pupils. “Do you know what this is?” he asked. “It’s a flute,” the chil­dren replied. “Oh yes, but it is much more than that. It is a mes­sen­ger. Can you

Please play those songs once more

Please play those songs once more, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Down that road Dreams car­ried under their arms Music in their souls Dressed in fine clothes Songs of bright days and pride ways Here, in this tat­tered town Of sun beaten white­washed walls And plenty of touristy stalls They carry on in thoughts of

Heaven’s orchestra

Heaven’s orches­tra, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Silence Nature waits patiently In eager antic­i­pa­tion A breeze Her­alds the arrival Of the glo­ri­ous wind Heaven’s orches­tra Begins to tune Its thun­der­ous instru­ments The con­duc­tor Appears clothed in dark clouds Ris­ing his baton Da niente Melodies descend Swirling through the air Danc­ing on the rooftops Sotto voce The choir