Thursday, April 5, 2012

the Adagio

Yesterday afternoon, I listened to Beethoven's 9th Symphony. It had been quite some time since I had heard it. Maybe it was the mood I was in, but the only movement that grabbed me this time was the Adagio.

I simply could not believe that such music had been written. It seemed like everything in my life just beyond the sphere of words was contained in that slow movement. "Visions" of pure feeling arose. The infinite love and sacrifice and concern of my deceased parents found a kind of mystical expression in this music.

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