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Tag:communication
Posted on: January 8, 2009 6:56 pm
 

I wish I had written that...

Here's a nice chunk of writing:

"The other residents must have gone down to the basement shelters (unless they too were to weak from hunger, or too old to care), leaving behind this stray genius to play in the darkness, impudent and precise, showing off with thundering fortissimos immediately followed by fragile little pianissimos, as if he were having an argument with himself, the bullying husband and the meek wife all at once.

Music was an important part of my childhood, on the radio and in concert halls. My parents were fanatic in their passion; we were a family with no talent for playing but great pride in our listening. I could identify any of Chopin's 27
etudes after hearing a few bars; I knew all of Mahler...But the music we heard that night I have never heard before and have never heard since. The notes were muffled by window glass and distance and the unending wind, but the power came through. It was music for wartime.

We stood on the sidewalk, beneath a powerless streetlamp cobwebbed with hoarfrost, the great guns firing to the south, the moon veiled by muslin clouds, listening until the final note. When it ended, something seemed wrong: the performance was too good to go unacknowledged, the performer too skilled to accept no applause. Finally, when it seemed respectful to move again, we resumed our march."


That is freaking dense with images and feelings. You don't even have to know the context. This author can humble me...
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