The first bird I searched for was the nightjar, which used to nest in the valley. Its song is like the sound of a stream of wine spilling from a height into a deep and booming cask. It is an odorous sound, with a bouquet that rises to the quiet sky. In the glare of […]
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Wherever we look in nature we are confronted with the sweetness and charms of music. Even in inanimate life we see, feel, and hear evidences of it: the whistling wind as it moves through the trees and rings out its melodies: the musical rhythm of the oceans, rivers, and streams as they perform their proper […]
Black birds break the stillness with a rackety bray, and the wind squalls through the timbers with a chilling drone… It emanates from deep within the woods. Some say it’s the sound of cicadas, but everyone knows they sing in the key of C#. After checking on my harmonica, I put this somewhere between B […]
We are very bad at scale. The things that live in the soil are too small to care about; climate change too large to imagine. We are bad at time, too. We cannot remember what lived here before we did; we cannot love what is not. Nor can we imagine what will be different when […]
After two-and-a-half years of work we’ve launched the official website for the Irv Teibel Archive.
Hey, it’s been a while. I recorded some weird cello improvisations. Here they are.
What appeals to us in being near to nature is nature’s music, and nature’s music is more perfect than that of art. It gives us a sense of exaltation to be moving about in the woods, to be looking at the green, to be standing neat the running water which has it’s rhythm, its tone […]
