
“Charleston Couple“
Erte
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for Lajla, who wondered
where I’ve been these past
few weeks
if music is a communication, as I firmly
believe it is, even listing it as one of my
languages on all of my formal
applications, it should have, much as
in any other communication, a set of
rules, a structure, a grammar, which
indeed it does
in English, indicative, I am, conditional,
if I were, subjunctive, that I be, infinitive,
to be, or, indeed, again infinitive, not to
be, that is, indicative once more, the
question
whether ’tis, indicative, nobler in the
mind to suffer, infinitive, the slings
and arrows of outrageous fortune,
or to take, infinitive, arms against a
sea of troubles, and by opposing,
participle, end, infinitive, them – but
you get my drift, in music we have
tempo, adagio, andante, allegro,
presto, among others, to set,
indeed, the mood
as chamber music, an entertainment
for aristocrats, moved from the dance
rhythms of their salons during the
Classical Period to the more diverse
beats, the more varied and evocative
tempi, especially with Beethoven,
into the Romantic Era, music began
to speak, evoke rather than lilt
in two contrasting movements,
one fast, nearly even frenetic, the
other slow, resigned, subdued,
introspective, the first, angry,
chaotic, frustrated, a burst of
fulgurating intensity, resolving,
in the second, into quiescence,
submission, calm, if ultimately
miraculous incandescence, one
the antithesis of the other
Beethoven juxtaposes fury,
tranquility, loud, soft, short, long
– the serene adagio is twice
length of the boisterous allegro
– and by extension, war, peace,
man, woman, strong, weak, hope,
despair, yin, in other words, yang,
indissoluble dichotomies, a
veritable musical existential
philosophical tract, Beethoven’s
treatise on existence
you can’t dance to it, though,
don’t ask him
but you can thoroughly enjoy,
be inspired
R ! chard