#listening

You know, I grew up listening to Joni Mitchell. ↗

— Maynard James Keenan

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When I got to Princeton I made a point of attending the Philosophy Club and listening to the lectures, but I didn't get involved in any discussions in those clubs. I guess after the first year, I dropped that. ↗

— Stephen Cole Kleene

#any #attending #club #clubs #discussions

I spent many a summer early morning with the radio very low, half sleeping and half listening. ↗

— Frankie Valli

#early morning #half #i #listening #low

John Coltrane - I've been listening to the 'Trane again. It blows you away, because I know more now and I hear more now and I had a life that I've lived! ↗

— Alan Vega

#away #because #been #blows #coltrane

There are many benefits to this process of listening. The first is that good listeners are created as people feel listened to. Listening is a reciprocal process - we become more attentive to others if they have attended to us. ↗

— Margaret J. Wheatley

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With improv, it's a combination of listening and not trying to be funny. ↗

— Kristen Wiig

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Jazz is the last refuge of the untalented. Jazz musicians enjoy themselves more than anyone listening to them does. ↗

— Tony Wilson

#does #enjoy #jazz #jazz musicians #last

I've learned that I get blocked when my subconscious mind is telling me that I've taken the work in a wrong direction, and that once I start listening to what my subconscious is trying to tell me, I can work out the problem and get moving again. ↗

— Walter Jon Williams

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Dr. Bone Specialist came in, made me stand up and hobble across the room, checked my reflexes, and then made me lie down on the table. He bent my right knee this way and that, up and down, all the way out to the side and in. Then he did the same with my left leg. He ordered X rays then started to leave the room. I panicked. I MUST GET DRUGS. "What can I take for the pain?" I asked him before he got out the door. "You can take some over the counter ibuprofen," he suggested. "But I wouldn't take more than nine a day." I choked. Nine a day? I'd been popping forty. Nine a day? Like hell. I couldn't even go to the bathroom on my own, I hadn't slept in three weeks, and my normally sunny cheery disposition had turned into that of a very rabid dog. If I didn't get good drugs and get them now, it was straight to Shooter's World and then Walgreens pharmacy for me. "I don't think you understand," I explained. "I can't go to work. I have spent the last four days with my mother who is addicted to QVC, watching jewelry shows, doll shows and make-up shows. I almost ordered a beef-jerky maker! Give me something, or I'm going to use your calf muscles to make the first batch!" Without further ado, he hastily scribbled out a prescription for some codeine and was gone. I was happy. My mother, however, had lost the ability to speak. ↗

— Laurie Notaro

#back-pain #bedside-manner #daughter #doctor-patient-relationship #doctors

Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it’s an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one to come out, like a mouse from its hole. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#eudora-welty #listening #storytelling #writing #storytelling