so my best friend is busy playing the martyr clown
and the hot guy at work is transgender
and my dream guy is bursting
at the wedding ring….
life is such a masquerade.
maybe I am destined to the stage
as we all are.
as we all are.
sigh… i love how respighi grasps at the edge of my mood… i can be “on the fence” and “defiant” …..and, there it is…calling me to change…
of change, of the trasient beings that we are called to be and that we proclaim to be…this is the beauty of art 🙂
it’s my birthday weekend and i have the luxury of enjoying the Pittsburgh Symphony present these glorious selections of transience in proximity to their premiere anniversary:
Fountains of Rome and Pines of Rome...
looking forward to some time a foot in Rome (SOME DAY!!) when there is nothing to cause an effete effort in my art, vacation, or spirit 🙂
Here’s the first movement of Pines of Rome:
… which exudes radiance and accomplishment. I like to imagine the height of the pines when listening to this. the other movements are readily available on Youtube.
Here’s the first movement of the Fountains of Rome:
(this one has best sound quality and intonation out of 7 samples I tried on youtube.)
Enjoy!! The other movements are readily available. I love how ethereal this piece is; it’s relaxing, like water often is- and it is often sporadically climactic- like a bursting fountain 🙂 hard to express in words. Hope you enjoy, I know I will be appreciating it this weekend.
It’s such a great reminder of how transition and transformation appear in art, in nature, in our percept of “nature”….the courage to create, knowing that it may be ridiculed, demolished, and/or promulgated- a range of contemplation and/or contention. so, for what it’s worth….:)
art, asceticism, authenticity, Captain Molly Kool, Clash of the Titans, cyclops, Esmerelda, existentialism, feminism, Germany, humanism, Hunchback of Notre Dame, identity, Krishnamurti, monks, moratorium, mythology, Odilon Redon, Quasimodo, Rollo May, shipwreck, St. Anthony, St. Peter, Worms
everyone knows this holistic philosophy about “facing your fears” and “embracing your weakness” and “authenticity”…..and i can think of several existentialists, humanists, eastern philosophers that encourage us to do just that. (read Rollo May & Krishnamurti for a boost of this…only dose as needed)
while breaking myself apart and hoping to achieve some transcendence in doing so (note to self, don’t ever ever ever do this again). it was quixotic moratorium, an epic journey in which i had to claim identity to survive. otherwise, someone (maybe the whale) would’ve eaten me, …just like Jonah….it’s just how it goes when you’re floating around in the ocean.
along the way, i met several heroes and figures that helped to break me apart:
(caution to the reader: the following images only represent the people i met, none of these images are actually the persons i refer to as cyclops, hunchback, witches, or monks)
and a monk:
and i met a captain:
i didn’t meet molly kool in person, but i met her in spirit. i was looking for heroes and role models. molly kool was the first woman to be licensed as a ship’s captain in North America, and seeing that she persevered to fulfill her dreams and had such familial support, her determination and strength spoke to me. Check out the NYTimes article about her life, a true inspiration.
there’s really been a lot of magical story along this journey. i hope it continues.
I’ve enjoyed this morning, accompanied by Kodaly’s Dances of Galanta– quite a call heritage call! Pure luxury.
this morning, over coffee, tangerine, and Kodaly, I decided to revist my dream of writing a Mass, which I’ve wanted to do forever. I hope my influences ring richly in my writing, as I can think of no greater honor than for someone to say that it sounds like I was influenced by one of my favorite composers. With that in mind, I have to surround myself with music for days- shouldn’t be very hard to do 🙂 I want to be a library of sacred music.
I was inspired by a few people on wordpress who are like libraries, each in their own way:
one who I’ve learned a great deal about shipwreck history & process from….he surrounds himself with books of his passion: check out this book review that was just freshly pressed this week– always an interesting link to a time and place that is not our own, yet it somehow IS our own. always genius.
Another blog I’ve enjoyed, the “some people will read anything” blog, The Daily Omnivore– always filled with interesting articles of random random random and i love it! always thought provoking.
The other library is a theologian from Notre Dame whose spiritual blog is great food for thought, heart, and soul. always nurturing.
I figure I should follow through and start surrounding myself with Masses from the greats: Rach’s Vesper Mass and Kodaly’s Mass diurnally— it will be like music school all over again! I’ve conducted Mozart’s Sparrow Mass & Litaniae de venerabili altaris sacramento, Poulenc’s Gloria, Kyrie, La damus te, obviously Rutter’s Children’s Mass…any others you’d recommend?
It seems fitting that I’d close with a reference to one of my all-time favorite short stories:
“The Library of Babel” by Jorge Borges….
song #5, face- umbrella philosophy caption could read-
movement from Sartre’s “No Exit” to Buber’s “Ich und Du”.
song #5 embraces the multiplicity of our existence, mostly the wrestling of the real vs the ideal. the only way around this dilemma is to embrace the beauty in the wrestling; that there is a gift in our patience and attention to our heart’s call from the mystery of creation, from the mystery of seeking, from the mystery of God. we mostly fall prey to escaping the real self by hiding in the ideal, the socially acceptable, the expectational self…
the swedish Vasa:
this dichotomy becomes apparent in the wreck of the Vasa… the real vs the ideal…this swedish war-ship, built in 1628. her king (Gustav Adolf II), her architect, and captain all denied the reality of her faulty structure. They were so captivated by what they thought she was (and what they wanted her to be) that she sank on her maiden voyage, after a mere 1300 meter as described on it’s very own museum’s website= http://vasamuseet.se/sv/
the website describes who was at fault:
Vice Admiral Klas Fleming, partly. He had been present before the ship sailed, when the captain demonstrated how crank the ship was by having 30 men run back and forth across the upper deck. On their third pass, the ship was ready to capsize at the quay. The admiral was heard to say that he wished the king were there.
King Gustav II Adolf, partly. He ordered a large ship with so many heavy-calibre cannon, and approved the ship’s dimensions.
Master shipwright Henrik Hybertsson, partly. He was a talented shipbuilder who had delivered several successful ships to the navy, but he had too little experience with building ships with two gundecks.
Captain Söfring Hansson, ultimately. Vasa’s sinking can also be blamed on the captain. It would have been safer to sail the ship with the lower gunports closed, since he knew the ship was unstable. It might have been possible to redistribute weight in the ship or even rebuild it. If the inquest were held today, the captain would probably be held responsible.”
the song, “face,” really is about this dilemma- the real vs the ideal; the search for the true self, recognizing the multiplicity that others project, that we each present, and that our culture prescribes.
I want to visit this museum someday, but for now, I’ll have to live through the website’s updates. Here is a video clip from the website of the Vasa’s model being painted. Enjoy it. It’s a good Monday thing to do.