Excerpt from Wanda Gág's Growing Pains:
"Sometimes all I hear and feel, the whole universe, seems to swing to the above rhythm. I mean concrete things too, like the tickings of a clock or the rumbling of street cars, and people's conversations. I remember the first time I noticed this I must have been about eight years old. I was down at grandmama's and the rustling of the trees, and the whirring of insects, and the very vibration of the air swayed with that same rhythm. It is always the same metre too." (p. 227)
I'm walking around today, trying to sense the rhythm. Can you hear it?
"Sometimes all I hear and feel, the whole universe, seems to swing to the above rhythm. I mean concrete things too, like the tickings of a clock or the rumbling of street cars, and people's conversations. I remember the first time I noticed this I must have been about eight years old. I was down at grandmama's and the rustling of the trees, and the whirring of insects, and the very vibration of the air swayed with that same rhythm. It is always the same metre too." (p. 227)
I'm walking around today, trying to sense the rhythm. Can you hear it?
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