Quotes About Rhythm

Rhythm is the only thing secure. In this darkness, rising, I recall the Pacific stars. This ritual ascendance goes on in a city that has erased them and blurred its sun out altogether. Iron Wolf has something. I want it without the bother of definitions. The dangerous illumination, the light in the exploding eye, is not for this other city.

People probably do hear watches go tic-tok. But I'm sure my childhood clock went tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic…Why

Trochee trips from long to short;From long to long in solemn sortSlow Spondee stalks.

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column;In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

O the one life within us and abroad,Which meets all motion and becomes its soul,A light in sound, a sound-like power in light,Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere—Methinks, it should have been impossibleNot to love all things in a world so filled.

if you have your film set at the right speed

Two joggers passed, shoes cheerfully slapping against the pavement.

Although I'm a lead guitarist, I'd say that a good 95 percent of my time onstage is spent playing rhythm.

There's a time for all things.

Juggling is sometimes called the art of controlling patterns, controlling patterns in time and space.

Tell them we'll be dancing, dancing 'til we drop, it's time to get down and do the Horizontal Bop.

Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.

Prison, with its daily rhythm, with the transfer and the defense, does not leave any time; prison dissolves time: This is the principal form of punishment in a capitalist society.

I also like the banging piano - that old good-time piano.

Music is the art of sounds in the movement of time.

At the root of all power and motion, there is music and rhythm, the play of patterned frequencies against the matrix of time, Before we make music, music makes us.

Time is that which is manufactured by clocks.

People don't realize you're blowing over changes, time changes, harmony, different keys. I mark a point in my solo where it's got to peak at point D I go to A, B, C D then I'm home.

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

On horseback you feel as if you're moving in time to classical music; a camel seems to progress to the beat of a drum played by a drunk.

Time collapses and expands like an erratic accordion.

Secrets stolen from deep inside....the drum beats out of time

A novel is really like a symphony where instrument after instrument has to come in at its own time, and no other.

A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing - A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of your rowing - Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say 'forget.