{"id":6509,"date":"2013-07-13T02:08:07","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:08:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6509"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:08:07","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:08:07","slug":"28-april-4-1964-vol-05-volume-05","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/05-volume-05\/28-april-4-1964-vol-05-volume-05","title":{"rendered":"-28_April 4_1964.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3 align=\"center\">April<\/H3><\/p>\n<p><H3>April 4, 1964<\/H3><\/p>\n<p><i>You gave me two recordings of Wanda Landowska and I have listened to them. In one of them, there&#8217;s a passage which is a pure marvel.<\/i>[[It is the transcription, by W. Landowska, of a &#8220;popular Polish song.&#8221; ]]<\/p>\n<p><P>Isn&#8217;t it!<\/p>\n<p><i>It doesn&#8217;t last long &#8211; it&#8217;s like crystal.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, exactly! I found it extraordinary.<\/p>\n<p><i>It&#8217;s so beautiful! I&#8217;ve never heard anything so pure.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Pure, yes, absolutely pure!<\/p>\n<p><i>That&#8217;s a divine means of expression. It&#8217;s really a divine manifestation on earth&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, very pure &#8211; and simple.<\/p>\n<p><i>I have always wondered why I wasn&#8217;t born a musician&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>You must have been a musician.<\/p>\n<p><i>It&#8217;s really a regret in my life not to be a musician. Writing is NEVER &#8220;it.&#8221; But capturing a note like that one &#8230;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh, mon petit, yesterday or the day before, I heard something &#8230; I don&#8217;t exactly know what it is &#8211; it isn&#8217;t music, I mean it isn&#8217;t the notation of some musical instrument: it&#8217;s the notation of a vibration of &#8230; I can&#8217;t say, I didn&#8217;t understand. [[It was electronic music. ]] But in it &#8230; At first, you feel exactly as if you had entered a madhouse: it&#8217;s completely incoherent, disjointed, and everything is unexpected because there is no logic &#8211; absolutely nothing mental. So you go from one sound to another, without any transition, and your first impression is exactly like &#8230; it&#8217;s madness. But if you listen, now and then<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 107<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>there&#8217;s a sound, which isn&#8217;t the sound of a musical instrument &#8230; absolutely wonderful! But it lasts one second. You would like it to continue &#8211; pfft! gone. And now and then there is a voice, quite like the human voice, you can almost hear words, there seem to be words &#8211; which made me think that the sound of our voice has its origin elsewhere (below or above, I don&#8217;t know; where those vibrations come from I cannot say). And after a while, I saw that something in the being [Mother&#8217;s being] was &#8230; I can&#8217;t say &#8220;interested,&#8221; it was something that <i>enjoyed <\/i>it, that didn&#8217;t exactly have a &#8220;pleasant&#8221; sensation, but almost felt a need for the unforeseen, an unforeseen beyond all that we can imagine: disjointed, no logic, no sense, nothing. It SOUNDS like chaos, but all of a sudden I felt it wasn&#8217;t chaos, it responded to another law. And when it came towards the end, I really wanted it to go on for a long time.<br \/>\n<P>At first, you start laughing, you make fun of it, you giggle as if you were faced with something absolutely farcical. But now and then, oh! &#8230; And you&#8217;ve hardly had the time to appreciate it when it&#8217;s already gone &#8211; a marvel. A marvel: a sound the like of which I have never heard, which no instrument can produce.<br \/>\n<P>You go through all kinds of states, but curiously enough, I discovered in the being, somewhere in the consciousness, a sort of joy or intense interest in the absolutely unexpected &#8211; the unexpected, which to the mentality is unspeakably farcical.<br \/>\n<P>Interesting.<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 108<\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"right\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>April April 4, 1964 You gave me two recordings of Wanda Landowska and I have listened to them. 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