When we hear some beautiful piece of Mozart or admire a wonderful building, we suddenly become present in ourselves. That’s unusual nowadays because dishevelment and distraction have become an art form.
At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.
When there are thoughts, it is distraction: when there are no thoughts, it is meditation.
Radio is such a perfect medium for the transmission of poetry, primarily because there just is the voice, there’s no visual distraction.
Clever gimmicks of mass distraction yield a cheap soulcraft of addicted and self-medicated narcissists.