beat (Mozart Piano Concerto no 13 in C major, K 415)
by richibi
it should be considered that even without tonalities
here – another word for “notes”, tonal divergences –
just the rigorously held beat is enough for this riff
to be called music
here – another word for “notes”, tonal divergences –
just the rigorously held beat is enough for this riff
to be called music
pretty impressive music at that
the reverse hasn’t always been true, is still not
the reverse hasn’t always been true, is still not
for many, the history of Western music has been
the attempt to change that, to find music in the
discordant ordinary, trust in an underlying cosmic
flow, melody even in tonalities devoid of any
immediately recognizable rhythms
hidden rhyme, where the beat of a verse obscures
hidden rhyme, where the beat of a verse obscures
the usual accent given to the last word of a line,
which usually sings thereby in conjunction with its
sister word at the end of a following one, performs
in verse a similar function
instances of hidden verse abound in for instance
from “Sonnets from the Portuguese“
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; and equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And when I say at need
I love thee … mark! … I love thee—in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine. There’s nothing low
In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures
Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature’s.
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; and equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And when I say at need
I love thee … mark! … I love thee—in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine. There’s nothing low
In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures
Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature’s.
listen to Mitsuko Uchida blur the staunch rhythmic
line of Mozart’s 13th Piano Concerto delivering again
thereby absolute transcendence, Mozart himself
would’ve been, I’m sure, ultra wowed
Richard
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