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On Words, Music , and Visual Art

I was a strange kid in some ways.

Before I even started serious reading, I was taking the subway to Downtown Toronto, alone, just to see the pure fascination of the art galleries.  I rummaged through a tiny store called Cine Books and brought home funky posters of movies, rockstars, and the like, to paper my walls with.

The movies were my second love, and I would take any amount of buses and subways to get there.  Once I had seen Ben-Hur, I was hooked.  As for 2001: A space odyssey, I went by bicycle thirteen times.  Barbarella also had many repeated viewings because I thought Jane Fonda was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

In those days, the big theatres had only one screen, were sometimes beautifully appointed, and, if the movie was a hit, it would play for up to a year or more.  No videotapes, no DVDs, no internet.  A good movie was a real Event.

When Elvis, then the Beatles came out, I was in my own nirvana.  The music was etched in my soul, and still remains.

After seeing and hearing all of these aspects of Art, it seems that the ones that made the most lasting impression were coincidental with my state of mind at the time I was exposed to them.  In my teens,  (1960’s),  the times were awash with new art, film, and music.  I sought it eagerly, and it filled seemingly vast spaces in my psyche.

With the approach of my 20’s, I began to read longer and more serious works than the pulp novels, beginning with masterpieces from Tolkien, Herbert (Dune), Clarke, Asimov, Bradbury.

In latter days, I have started examining classic literature from Dickens, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, the Bronte sisters, Hemingway and Steinbeck, to name a few.

But the ones I always return to, anticipating a slow reread, were first introduced to me during a serene period of my life, and I had a pleasant association with them.  The same applies to the music of my times.  Fifty years after their breakup, the songs of The Beatles still blow me away.

I still, at my age, get fresh enjoyment from new music, films, and art, but , strangely, I can remember a painting I saw in an art gallery 50 years ago.

Long live the Artists!

Lee Dunn View All

Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

6 thoughts on “On Words, Music , and Visual Art Leave a comment

  1. A good movie was an event…. Those words are so true. With our advancement in technology, we’ve regressed culturally I feel. Simple things used to please us more back then. Now a great horde can’t satisfy our appetite. You’ve just sent me back in time to those simple, classy things I liked. Thank you 😊

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