What a brilliant piece of music. And what a master cellist Rostropovich was.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking. It's really no big deal.
Labels
- art (65)
- comics (20)
- dance (14)
- dreams (30)
- film (50)
- history (21)
- life (222)
- literature (209)
- music (430)
- philosophy (75)
- photography (2)
- poetry (435)
- science (14)
- spirituality (18)
Volume of Looking (poems)
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2012
(435)
-
▼
July
(41)
- the effect of this symphony...
- I'm hesitantly intrigued...
- brain power
- reading William Crawford
- Badiou said:
- Derrida said:
- Summertime -- Edward Hopper
- Matvei Yankelevich said this...
- who would win in a fight...
- from that article on Benjamin...
- it's a crying shame
- Henri Dutilleux -- Cello Concerto
- and speaking of Benjamin...
- a Walter Benjamin blog
- Asja Lācis
- Regina Walker -- photographer
- The Sandman #51
- THE UNCOVERING (Chapter 1)
- it's way past time...
- words flail...
- certain men's tennis shoes piss me off
- False alarm! False alarm!
- across from the hospital
- Chopin's Ballade No. 4
- The Winter Men
- To Russia, with Love
- Anything worth doing...
- a fishy case of aestheticization
- fragment on Sebald
- just one of those things...
- ACTUAL TIGERS
- fantasy & meaning
- deep thoughts
- I've been Žižek'd
- a nice Kandinsky essay
- Oistrakh -- Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto
- mostly hot air
- Schumann's Fantasy Pieces
- unforgettable
- I scraped up some dollars...
- poetry and audacity
-
▼
July
(41)
No comments:
Post a Comment