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Beethoven / Kafka and greed

This morning, I assure the bridge between two authors, the first composer and the second author. That's Sonata Appassionata Beethoven which leads me to writing this post. My walk up coffee the house was already beautified by trees and branches coated with snow, when Beethoven arrived to drop just enough music to start a Sunday in peace.

The Appassionata Sonata is the first I ever heard of Beethoven. This was part of a 33 rpm of piano pieces that gave me for Christmas many years ago - I was about eight or nine years. I believe that the discovery of Beethoven's "Pianist" (instead of Beethoven 's "orchestra") made me more sensitive to the tragedy of his deafness. It never ceases to repeat, the Beethoven symphony (which is also the concertos) is a beethoven outside and shallower than the Beethoven inside the same one found in most piano sonatas and the last string quartets. Like many musicians and music lovers, I have an overdose of Beethoven as a teenager, not recovering until several years later, this time with an incomparable happiness. What should I thank? The last three piano sonatas. That said, we need another ear to listen to the latest works of the great Deaf, simply because this music takes its source from the confines of the pure silence. With this single organ uptake What sound mind, Beethoven found the joys of another world, a world that, to listen, clearly more perfect (you'll forgive me this oxymoron) "livable" than ours. To listen to

Sonata Appassio nata performed by Alfred Brendel is here.

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my Avid e is not that music this morning (few minutes ago I already closed the window music me, because I can not to write with happiness when there is music, especially large). In his Journal Kafka beautifully expresses her eagerness for books. I read this passage a few years ago, when I was on vacation in the Iles-de-la-Madeleine. This week, by searching, I came the first blow to the page where it was! I will copy here, believing that these words speak to anyone other than me.

"I will try to gradually develop a list of all the things that are certain in me will come later ones are credible and which ones are possible, etc.. What is certain is that my craving for books. I will not have both read or see that, that I convinced of their existence in the window of a bookstore. If it is somewhere more copies of the same book, each of them delighted me. It is as if the greed part of the stomach, as if it was a misguided appetite. The books I have give me less joy than the others, those of my sisters, however, already make me happy. The desire to possess is a desire incomparably lower, it is almost absent. "(Journal Kafka)