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Monday, May 10th

sounds of Paris

Why not begin the week with something unlike anything else?

Orchestre du Conservatoire de Paris and Ensemble Intercontemporain (Matthias Pintscher, direction; Paul Fitzsimon, direction; Bruno Mantovani, direction), live, Paris, 2016: Karlheinz Stockhausen (1928-2007), Gruppen for three orchestras (1955-1957)

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art beat: yesterday, Art Institute of Chicago

Claude Monet, 1840-1926, Luncheon under the Tent, Giverny, c. 1883-86, detail (Monet in Chicago, through 6/14/21)

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Saturday, March 27th

sounds of New York

Joel Ross Quartet (JR, vibraphone; Immanuel Wilkins, saxophone; Rashaan Carter, bass; Marcus Gilmore, drums), live, New York, 12/9/20

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random sights

yesterday, Chicago (office, Monadnock Building, painting by Gerard Fortuné)

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cartography is the strangest science today
as morning alters the fittings of the hour to form
shapes wholly new.
–Xiao Yue Shan, from “in love as in tourism” (Poetry, 4/21)

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Monday, March 15th

Suppose that, for the rest of your life, you could listen to only one piece of music. What would you choose? For me it might be this.

Morton Feldman (1926-1987; MCOTD Hall of Fame), Piano and String Quartet (1985); Kronos Quartet with Aki Takahashi (piano), 1993

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art beat: other day, Art Institute of Chicago

Jackson Pollock (1912-1956), Number 17A, 1948 (detail)

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Sunday, March 14th

sounds of Chicago

Gospel Songbirds (featuring Otis Clay [1942-2016], 1:55-), “Help Me Run This Race,” live (TV show [Jubilee Showcase]), Chicago, 1964

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art beat: other day, Art Institute of Chicago

Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890), Grapes, Lemons, Pears, and Apples, 1887 (detail)

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He walks on, northwards, toward the snow
and things unseen, unknown.
Slowly the imperfect cities’ sounds grow still,
only streams hold forth chaotically
while white clouds play at nothingness.
He hears an oriole’s song, delicate,
uncertain, like a prayer, like weeping.

—Adam Zagajewski (1945-), from “The Great Poet Basho Begins His Journey,” translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh (The Threepenny Review, Spring, 2021)