Quotes to like or puzzle over: “There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.” ― James Salter, All That Is
Happy Birthday to our dear brother Beethoven! He of the absolute Divine.
Did you know that most if not many of the great composers were born in the cold months? November—January, and even February. What a beautiful time to be born. Those days when the Pagan and the Christian combine, when the thin time meets the ringing of the bells, when music begets genius.
YoYo Ma joined in to the Happy birthday for Beethoven. Honored to join thousands of people from over 70 countries in a #GlobalOdeToJoy. Explore the project’s playlist: https://bit.ly/3ntAfb5.
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.
Ah, yes, the man.
The hero of many a lit class, many an English survivor. Who among us did not read “The Wasteland” or at least “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock”? It occurs to me now though not then, why were we not queried on behalf of “love song”? Why indeed is it called a love song?
And about the above, how do we make it thru the parts where there is not only no ecstasy, but torment?
In The Paris Review
2nd June 1951: American-English poet and playwright, TS Eliot (1888 – 1965). He wrote amongst many other things, ‘The Waste Land ‘ and the plays, ‘The Cocktail Party’ and ‘Murder in the Cathedral’. Original Publication: Picture Post – 5314 – Are Poets Really Necessary? – pub. 1951 (Photo by George Douglas/Picture Post/Getty Images)
He’s an all-time favorite, the best of pianists, and an all-around honorable fellow. He predicted his own death at 50 years of age, saying he would die then and of a stroke. In later years he became obsessed with checking his blood pressure. The question then becomes, did he indeed know it in advance, or did he direct it by obsessing over it? Truth is such a tricky thing at times.
Photo at top is from the Boston Globe and the one on the bottom from the NY Times.
When you watch a video you can clearly see how he uses his left hand to direct his right hand, especially when playing Bach.