never enough
Frederic Chopin (1810-1849), Nocturne No. 8 in D-flat major, Op. 27, No. 2
Dinu Lipatti (1917-1950, piano), 1947
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Consonants are the body; vowels are breath.
—Sadiqa de Meijer, “The Ebbing Language,” Poetry, 9/19
MCOTD Hall of Fame
Morton Feldman (1926-1987, MCOTD Hall of Fame), For Philip Guston (1984)
S.E.M. Ensemble, 2000
MCOTD Hall of Fame
Morton Feldman (1926-1987, MCOTD Hall of Fame), Violin and String Quartet (1985); Pellegrini Quartet with Peter Rundel (violin)
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random sights
other day, Oak Park, Ill.
spellbinding (part two)
Why not begin the week with something beautiful?
Daniil Trifonov (1991-, piano), live (Chopin, Prelude No. 15 [“Raindrop”])
spellbinding
Daniil Trifonov (1991-, piano), live (Chopin: “Fantaisie-Impromptu, Op. 66”; Schumann: “Chopin. Agitato” (from Carnaval); Grieg: “Hommage à Chopin, Op. 73, No. 5”; Chopin: “Variations on ‘Là ci darem la mano’ (from Mozart’s Don Giovanni) – Coda. Alla Polacca”), Washington, D.C., 2018
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the rice planter’s
sunshade . . .
billowing cloud—Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1827 (translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)
what’s new
Enno Poppe (1969-), Fett (2018-2019); Helsinki Philharmonic Orchestra (Susanna Mälkki, cond.), live, 5/10/19
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random sights
this morning, Oak Park, Ill.
mesmerizing
György Ligeti (1923-2006), Sonata for Solo Cello (1948-53); Mathias Johansen (cello), live
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random sights
other day, Chicago
He played as if his life depended on it.
Glenn Gould (1932-1982, piano), playing Bach’s Partita No. 2 in C minor (The Art of Piano, 1999)
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Happiness has never been one of my great aspirations.
—poet W.S. Graham (1918-1986, quoted in London Review of Books, 7/18/19)
Need a break from America 2019?
Joseph Haydn (1732-1809), String Quartet in C major, Op. 20, No. 2; Danish String Quartet, live, New York, 2018
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The roaring of the wind is my wife and the Stars through the window pane are my Children.
—John Keats (1795-1821), letter to his brother George Keats, 1818
