"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Aye!Gwilym 20/20 Vision20 men on a bus stationsquinting through their camerassnapping in 20 directions
Love the poem - sounds like so many concerts I have been to!
yes, it's that time of year again, the concert coughing season is underway - didn't spoil my recent visit to the opera Queen of Spades by Tchaikovsky! Osawa conducting from memory. The man's a genius even if he's pushing 80. Magnifico!
How many poems are so full of noise? I found it really effective. It also reminded me of the fantastic footage I saw of Simon Rattle stopping the Rite of Spring on account of a mobile phone and starting again!I know I'm in a minority, but I must confess a weakness for a good atonal grind...
Thanks Dominic! Your Simon Rattle story reminds me of the time I saw the great German language actor Martin Schwab in a play in Vienna. He suddenly stopped acting, went to the front of the stage and slowly and with deliberation took a neatly folded handkerchief from his trouser pocket and gently coughed into it (the hankie I mean not the pocket).
Sounds like you might have been enjoying the sounds of the audience a bit more than the cellist!
Dominic, who commented on my atonal poem cello solo you may like to revisit, a suitable length of time having elapsed, and view an image. It's a beautiful creation. There are still reasons for living.
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