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Beethoven’s tribute to spring

Sandro Botticelli - "Primavera"

Primavera (1478)

Sandro Botticelli

_________

if there’s a musical work to perform for
spring what Botticelli‘s Primavera
does with painting, celebrate it, that is,
for the ages, it must be Beethoven’s
“Pastorale”, German for “Pastoral”,
Symphony, usually referred to thus,
with the accent on the last “a”

the composition is expressly narrative,
Beethoven even sets the scene for every
movement, five of them

1 Awakening of cheerful feelings upon arrival in the countryside
2 Scene by the brook
3 Merry gathering of country folk
4 Thunderstorm
5 Shepherd’s song; cheerful and thankful feelings after the storm

he is manifestly using music as language,
descriptive language, you can nearly hear
the flowers grow, you can most definitely
imagine them, you bristle at the crack of
thunder

the subject isn’t specifically spring, but
the spirit is undeniably so, the spring of,
indeed also, the spirit, the buoyancy of
youth

it’s 1808, Beethoven is at the height of
his euphoria, his admiration, and
celebration, of physical nature, he’s
sowing his wild oats

later he’ll address the metaphysical,
but for now he’s still bursting with
unmitigated life, his spring

Richard

psst: see also his “Spring” Sonata, opus 24,
for still more, though less familiar,
vernal, purportedly, magic, Beethoven
didn’t name the sonata, his publisher
did, which is why the “Pastorale”
Symphony
sounds more springlike
than this other more direct, apparently,
offering

which had never been there, essentially,
Beethoven’s primary, anyway, intention,
however lovely the eponymous, the
titular, work
might have in comparison
proven to be

you be the judge, listen

R

an April poem‏

 "Red April" - Sam Gilliam

Red April (1970)

Sam Gilliam

_____

as March was a month of music for me,
specifically mostly Beethoven, with pop
but poignant love songs thrown in,
for
pathos and corresponding agony,
surefire anti-depressants, April is
purportedly the month of poems

here’s one, to itself, the month of
showers, flowers, but also of
ephemerality, evanescence,
regeneration and change, according
to this poem

don’t throw your Aprils away, it
says, tend to them, they’re what,
for better or worse, we have

Richard

________________

Song of a Second April

April this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago,
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;
Hepaticas that pleased you so
Are here again, and butterflies.

There rings a hammering all day,
And shingles lie about the doors;
In orchards near and far away
The grey wood-pecker taps and bores;
The men are merry at their chores,
And children earnest at their play.

The larger streams run still and deep,
Noisy and swift the small brooks run
Among the mullein stalks the sheep
Go up the hillside in the sun,
Pensively,—only you are gone,
You that alone I cared to keep.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

seizing the iridescent moment

"Hibiscus and Sparrow" - Katsushika Hokusai

Hibiscus and Sparrow

Katsushika Hokusai

_______

standing behind a Japanese man
at the check-out counter the other
day at Safeway’s, thinking their
express line was about as fast
as a slow lane in Manhattan, I
listened to the cashier explaining,
over other transactional
considerations, that their point
cards were no longer in use

with the deference that seems to
me their trademark as a culture,
who else wears white gloves
when they’re driving a taxi, who
else returns your lost trinket to
your hotel room on no less than
a silver platter the following week
when you return – I’d been a flight
attendant, I know, I lived it – o
leally,
the Asian man replied

wherein I discovered completely
my patience, Manhattan, for the
moment at least, be damned, I
needed to stop to partake of this
serendipitous nugget, to carpe
this inadvertent and delightful
diem, midst the dross I’d’ve
otherwise, by default, probably
allowed

for that matter, what’s dross, I
wondered, isn’t dross itself in
the eye of the beholder

leally and tluly, I surmised, life
is in its details

Richard

psst: the attendant at Safeway
was, as usual there, utterly,
and enchantingly, gracious,
despite such as my own,
however in this instance
arrested, individualized
customer stress

winning performances‏

 "The Singer" - Wassily Kandinsky

The Singer (1903)

Wassily Kandinsky

___________

though a new winner was crowned
this year again at Québec’s La voix“,
last year’s winner, who made a guest
appearance at the ceremony, wins
again hands down, I think, Yoan
Garneau incontrovertibly delivers

listen to him sing both “J’entends
siffler le train”
and “Good-Hearted
Woman”
, wherein I am of course
the good-hearted woman

listen to Peter, Paul and Mary do
“…siffler…” in the original English,
you’ll cry

meanwhile at The Voice UK“, Stevie
McCrorie sings I’ll Stand By You“,
powerfully, and wins despite the
formidable opposition from Lucy
O’Byrne doing No Surprises“,
wherein I am the very air that
bristles around her music

Richard

a birthday wish

  "Happy Birthday"- Fernando Botero

Happy Birthday (1971)

Fernando Botero

_________

a friend of mine was eighty today,
she’s gone off to London to celebrate,
she didn’t want anyone to make a fuss

a fuss, I said, it’s your eightieth birthday,
one should make a fuss, she’s gone to
London anyway

from this side of the ocean, and indeed
from this side of the continent, it seemed
nevertheless remiss of me not say
something

but as in Hallmark cards, sometimes
the message is better in someone
else’s words, in this case Bob Dylan’s
but sung by Joan Baez, just click

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the light surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

Bob Dylan

happy birthday, dear friend, may you
live forever

Richard

Beethoven Cello Sonata no 1, opus 5, no 1‏

"La loge de l'opéra"-  Constantin Guys

La loge de l’opéra

Constantin Guys

__________

through the good graces of a friend
of mine, a musicologist, who writes
the programmes for the chamber
music presentations put on by our
city’s recital society, pithy, pungent
pieces to prepare the patrons for
their palpitating performances, I had
the not only unfettered privilege but
also the undiluted glee, yes, glee, of
seeing, hearing, two internationally
acclaimed artists deliver works for
piano and cello of Beethoven, one
of them one of my very favourite
compositions, the opus 5, no 1

unable to find anything by these two
of anything of Beethoven’s, I struck
upon, instead, these two others,
titans in their field, the very two who
defined for me this exuberant sonata
in the eighties, wherein Beethoven
was finding, to my mind, his chops,
nothing before this, of his nevertheless
extraordinary output, had inspired me,
the early piano sonatas still sound to
my ear didactic, like someone putting
together academic theory, where here
Beethoven lets his spirit fly, let’s the
music running through him deliver,
carry unimpeded the fire, the charge
is electric

eccentricities abound, there are only
two movements, the first sports two
tempi, an introductory, hesitant,
segment giving way to the second
unfettered one, the contrast a move
in the direction of drama, I think,
highlighting context, narrative, an
aesthetic inspired, I’m sure, by
opera, and its combative
peregrinations

Beethoven wrote one opera, not at all
the equal of his other productions,
words were to get in the way of his
instrumental, it appears, music, his
more direct, ultimately,
communication

though you’ll not want to miss, from
Fidelio“, his Mir ist so wunderbar,
a vocal quartet of the very highest
order

mir ist, you’ll say, so wunderbar,
indeed

Richard

psst: click everything, there are wonders
beneath the above links

“Blue Jasmine” – Woody Allen‏

"Lady in Blue" - Lin Fengmian

Lady in Blue

Lin Fengmian

________

watch also Woody Allen’s Blue Jasmine“,
Cate Blanchett got an Oscar, A Streetcar
Named Desire
for the 21st Century, with
an Oscar performance to match

a moment of silence for Vivien Leigh,
extraordinary in her role, may she ever
rest in peace

Richard

“Whatever Works” – Woody Allen


"Clown with Flowers"- Marc Chagall

Clown with Flowers (1963)

Marc Chagall

______

after Existentialism, Camus, Sartre,
after “God Is Dead”, there was
Woody Allen, to let us know that,
you know, Whatever Works“, you
can either jump out ‘ a window or
make the best of it

I am, of course, Boris Yellnikov,
though my girl from Mississippi
hasn’t shown up yet

nor for that matter has my
psychic

maybe I should jump out ‘ a
window

what do you think

watch

Richard

to my boyfriend in Mexico

"Window with Doves" - Gino Severini

Window with Doves (c.1931)

Gino Severini

________

I thought I’d watch a movie but these
songs of tortured love took over and
I can’t stop

here’s a song that defines my
Guadalajara trip, when Carlos, I think,
waiting for me in my hotel room,
sitting on the bed under a springtime
painting on the wall above it, asked,
may I kiss you, outside the
bougainvillea were blooming as they
do there in spring, I said yes

later on I found out about chicken
mole, a wonderful Spanish dish

everywhere then the song had
invaded the city, Nana Mouskouri
was singing it

Julio Iglesias seems to have made
sure of that

love

me

“April Showers” – “Buddy” DeSylva‏

"April Showers, Champs Élysées Paris" - Childe Hassam

April Showers, Champs Élysées Paris (1888)

Childe Hassam

________

when I was a boy the obliteration of
Al Jolson as an extraordinary talent
hadn’t yet occurred, black indignation
hadn’t, however justifiably, banished
him from our cultural landscape

but he’d been big, consider the array
of songs he made indelible from
April Showers to My Mammy
by way of You Made Me Love You,
for instance, or About a Quarter to
Nine
“,
among other equally
noteworthy melodies, airs we all still
sing on occasion, complete with all
their familiar words

the film, The Jolson Story is still
one of my very favourite musicals,
available in segments here if you
follow the links, its every megabyte
worth watching, you’ll come away
enraptured and singing

and there’s even a sequel

meanwhile here are the lyrics to
this irrepressibly hopeful tribute
to the month of bluebirds and
daffodils and, of course, violets

of which I wish you boundless
bouquets

April Showers

Life is not a highway strewn with flowers,
Still it holds a goodly share of bliss,
When the sun gives way to April showers,
Here’s a thought that we should never miss:

Though April showers
May come your way,
They bring the flowers
That bloom in May;
And if it’s raining,
Have no regrets;
Because it isn’t raining rain, you know,
It’s raining violets

And when you see clouds
Upon the hill,
You soon will see crowds
Of daffodils;
So keep on looking for the bluebird,
And listening for his song,
Whenever April showers come along.

Though April showers
May come your way,
They bring the flowers
That bloom in May;
And if it’s raining,
Have no regrets;
Because, it isn’t raining rain, you know,
It’s raining violets.

And when you see clouds
Upon the hill,
You soon will see crowds
Of daffodils;
So keep on looking for the bluebird,
And listening for his song,
Whenever April showers come along

“Buddy” DeSylva

__________

Richard