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SUMMARY:Hamilton Cheifetz: Inside Chamber Music Classes
DESCRIPTION:Monday\, March 30 was scheduled to be the first of eight Inside Chamber Music classes\, and since they have been postponed\, Friends of Chamber Music and I are going to post some music and stories from last Spring’s classes.  Here is a recent one: \n  \n\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1Ui8k-16dY\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n–Hamilton
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SUMMARY:peace\, love & happiness  4/30/20
DESCRIPTION:THE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love & happiness \n  \nApril 30\, 2020 \nThe little tags on my Yogi Tea bags are reminding me that \nPeople who love are happy. \nand exhorting me to \nLive light\, travel light\, spread the light\, be the light. \n* \nThe baby beats the nurse\, and quite athwart  \nGoes all decorum. \n(from “Measure for Measure” by William Shakespeare\, Act 1\, scene 3) \n* \nI was taking a virtual tour of the Rijksmuseum [click on link] and came upon the wonderful painting “The Merry Family” by Jan Steen (1626-1679). The commentator on the painting said that this was supposed to be a kind of cautionary tale: if the adults get drunk\, horse around\, and play music they are setting a bad example for the children. To me the painting sends a different “message.” It is a picture of human happiness. It reminds me of a poem by one of my dad’s favorite poets\, Carl Sandburg: \n  \nHAPPINESS \nI asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. \nAnd I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. \nThey all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them. \nAnd then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river \nAnd I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion. \n—Carl Sandburg \n* \nShakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” is a celebration of earthly pleasures. The Fool’s name is Feste\, which suggests “festive” and “festival”—a joyful feast. Malvolio\, the Puritan\, wants everyone to stop drinking and dancing and singing and go to bed. He’s outnumbered. Sir Toby Belch sums up the play’s philosophy:  \n“Care’s an enemy to life.” \n* \nI love Louis Armstrong. I got to see him perform a couple times. His joy is sublime! \nI recently woke up with this song in my head\, “A Lot of Living to Do”: \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnvQDJXR85c \n* \nI’m no Oscar Wilde\, but in the course of my long life I’ve come up with an aphorism or two. Here’s one: \nHappiness is the art of not making yourself miserable. \n  \nWilliam Blake wrote many doozies. For example: \nThe soul of sweet delight can never be defiled. \n* \nHere’s the first poem in The Poetical Works of Thomas Traherne: \n  \nThe Salutation \n         These little limbs\, \n    These eyes and hands which here I find\, \nThese rosy cheeks wherewith my life begins\, \n    Where have ye been? behind \nWhat curtain were ye from me hid so long? \nWhere was\, in what abyss\, my speaking tongue? \n  \n         When silent I    \n    So many thousand\, thousand years \nBeneath the dust did in a chaos lie\, \n    How could I smiles or tears\, \nOr lips or hands or eyes or ears perceive? \nWelcome ye treasures which I now receive. \n  \n         I that so long \n    Was nothing from eternity\, \nDid little think such joys as ear or tongue \n    To celebrate or see: \nSuch sounds to hear\, such hands to feel\, such feet\, \nBeneath the skies on such a ground to meet. \n  \n         New burnished joys\, \n    Which yellow gold and pearls excel! \nSuch sacred treasures are the limbs in boys\, \n    In which a soul doth dwell; \nTheir organised joints and azure veins \nMore wealth include than all the world contains. \n  \n         From dust I rise\, \n    And out of nothing now awake; \nThese brighter regions which salute mine eyes\, \n    A gift from God I take. \nThe earth\, the seas\, the light\, the day\, the skies\, \nThe sun and stars are mine\, if those I prize. \n  \n         Long time before \n    I in my mother’s womb was born\, \nA God preparing did this glorious store \n    The world for me adorn. \nInto this Eden so divine and fair\, \nSo wide and bright\, I come His son and heir. \n  \n         A stranger here \n    Strange things doth meet\, strange glories see; \nStrange treasures lodged in this fair world appear\, \n    Strange all and new to me; \nBut that they mine should be\, who nothing was\, \nThat strangest is of all\, yet brought to pass. \n* \nOne of my favorite short poems by Walt Whitman is this one: \n  \nBEGINNING MY STUDIES \nBeginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much\,  \nThe mere fact consciousness\, these forms\, the power of motion\, \nThe least insect or animal\, the senses\, eyesight\, love\, \nThe first step I say awed me and pleas’d me so much\, \nI have hardly gone and hardly wish’d to go any farther\, \nBut stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs. \n* \nAn Old Tale \nOnce there was a king who wanted to be happy. His wise counselors informed him that he needed to acquire the shirt of a happy man. So\, he sent his soldiers out in quest of such a shirt. One by one they returned empty-handed. None of them could find a happy man. Finally\, the last soldier returned.  \nThe king asked\, “Did you find a happy man?”  \n“Yes\,” the soldier said.  \n“Where’s his shirt?\,” asked the king.  \n“He didn’t have one.” \n* \nMay all people be happy. \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \nKim Stafford kindly shared this excerpt from his book-in-progress\, Writing for Happiness: \n  \nI invite you to use writing to live in accordance with the Dao\, to write in order to achieve fluent response to events\, to behave in synch with “happ\,” what happens. This is a different path to happiness than what I once understood\, because it does not avoid the difficult\, but by the hands-on process of writing\, incorporates the difficult into the search for equanimity. To be with happ is to be happ-y. That is\, to be honest\, a realist\, practical about the available dimensions of joy that exist within a matrix of complexity and difficulty.       \nThe pursuit of happiness may be an inalienable right\, but it is also a stern task. “You don’t get to the good life by living the good life\,” says the tough immigrant proverb\, and so it is with happiness. You don’t get to be truly happy by coasting along avoiding the difficult. Life is suffering\, after all\, and happiness can’t change that\, even as it flickers and is snuffed\, and flickers again.      \nBut the pursuit of happiness calls to us all the same. I believe that an enhanced definition of happiness makes the task possible—that to be “happy” is to live in accordance with what happens—and that the serious play of writing\, jotting\, scribbling\, composing can be a way to pursue—and attain—a responsible and generous kind of happiness. \n—Kim Stafford \n 
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