Emerson Collective

Every appearance in nature corresponds to some state of the mind, and that state of the mind can only be described by presenting that natural appearance as its picture. An enraged man is a lion, a cunning man is a fox, a firm man is a rock, a learned man is a torch. A lamb is innocence; a snake is subtle spite; flowers express to us the delicate affections. Light and darkness are our familiar expressions for knowledge and ignorance ; and heat for love. Visible distance behind and before us, is respectively our image of memory and hope.
—  Ralph Waldo Emerson, from “Language”, collected in Nature: An Essay
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Happy birthday to my precious and talented amazing man, Keith Emerson.
I can’t even express how I feel, I’m really emotional and I’m actually crying tbh! I’m so deeply in love with you, with your music that for me is hard to speak without being really touched. With your gift, you’ve been with me for all these long months and I can’t imagine my life without your angelic playing. I know I should say more, but my heart is beating so fast, like always when I talk about your music. I wish I could meet you some day, hug you and tell you how amazing, fantastic and incredible you are. 

“First and foremost, I’m a composer. When I think of entertainers in music, I think of David Bowie, who created characters on stage. I was nothing like that. If I had to choose between artistry and entertainment, then I would have to say that I am more the former. But I would like to be known as a composer before anything else.”

“When I was in The Nice, and then at the start of ELP, nobody had ever heard of progressive music. What we did has some jazz in it, a little blues and also had classical references. It was later on that people began to call our music “progressive” and that’s when the genre began to grow. With hindsight, I’d say that ELP were the pioneers of progressive rock, though.”

(August 2015)

The moon was high and bright. I could see his face clearly. It was what I call his stone-pharaoh face, stiff and remote as the statue of Khafre at the Museum. I thought he was angry until he leaned forward and pulled me off the bench and hugged me so hard I could feel my ribs creaking. “One of these days,” he said in a choked voice, “you are going to make me forget I am supposed to be an English gentleman.”

Well, my dear, I was pleased! For years I’ve been trying to shatter that shell of his and get him to act like a human being. Occasionally I succeed—usually by stirring up his temper!—but the moment never lasts long. Making the most of that particular moment, I held on to him when he would have drawn away.

“You’re trembling,” I said suspiciously, “Are you laughing at me, curse you?”

“I am not laughing at you. I’m shaking with terror.” I thought I felt his lips brush my hair, but I must have been mistaken, because he returned me to the hard seat with a thump that rattled my teeth.

An excerpt from Letter Collection B in The Ape Who Guards the Balance by Elizabeth Peters

Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

—  Ralph Waldo Emerson; Collected Poems and Translations

Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”

—  Ralph Waldo Emerson, Collected Poems and Translations

“Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Collected Poems and Translations

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