Winter Notes

Plodding along here, just admiring the astonishingly gorgeous snow and winter cold. When no one is out, the sun is shining, and there are no footprints, it’s possible to glimpse portions of heaven around the corners of the eyes. It enters the self through the somethingness that lives alongside a body, a body that cannot contain all while containing everything. Proprioception then, or whispers, or ether. (Ether as in what the alchemists tried to distill from the air.)

Later, while indoors and playing a little Mozart, I came across this photo. It is Mozart’s Pianoforte. This is another of the white-winged dove mysteries. How is it that great works were created from such an instrument? Nothing is so astounding as hearing the music on modern instruments whilst looking at the tools of creation.


posted by Ludwig van Beethoven site

More Jokes…


And the artist. And Music. Apparently, from the clipped note above, Mozart and Haydn did indeed have fun so who’s to say they didn’t drop the occasional joke into the music score?

There are many notes and quoted letters that attest to Mozart’s potty mouth. He loved the scatalogical and seemed to have the sensibilities of a fifth grader. All of which you’d never know from the posed photos.


Both posts are from Tutti Mozart on Facebook. You might want to look at the page.