Leonard Bernstein on Art

by Jon Rappoport

June 23, 2022

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Art lies outside the reality machine. It isn’t a product of a system or a system of systems.

“Any great work of art … revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world — the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air.” (Leonard Bernstein, 1958)

“…the form of the flower is unknown to the seed.” (Herbert Read, 1965)

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The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

2 comments on “Leonard Bernstein on Art

  1. Paul says:


    As always, YOU !

  2. Paul says:

    The Flowww of
    Life-Generating Air…

    Sails filled white
    Unfurl & unwind
    Tough canvas bright
    Snaps its sound to Wind

    ‘Crost the surface
    Of Your Fire’s burning
    Embers grow, to glow

    Windows thrown open’s hinging
    SongBirds “Bird” a-chirping
    Claim the morns’ a-singing
    With Sun’s borne birthing

    Doors un-loch-ed
    & Nestling
    From darkened Depths
    Untold & unsold
    In Faiths’ fathom’s Fountain

    Drawn again ‘cross
    Surfaced Skyward Sea
    Waves tip upward
    O’er Sky’s Seeing lea

    Hot & tattered fired skin
    Relieved its pain & suffering
    From NorthEastern’s entry
    Washed, in its bathing
    & buffering

    Flute & saxophone,
    Sackbut & piccolo play,
    Aria caressed by Words
    Born, by softened mouth
    As florid flowered two-lips say

    Harpsichord & Piano’s
    Inkwell-ed & fingered pen upon
    Hammered Thor’s throw

    SoulFire flames
    Its birth of play
    From Air’s

    ~ for Jon Rappoport

    “This revelation mine.”

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