This one’s living in my fingers lately 🙃. 🎹 Sokolov plays Beethoven:. here’s the 3rd variation of the Arietta from Op. 111 (Turin, 2017)

RT @pallakschh: today is one year publication anniversary

What do you want to know?.

RT @nicoscosc: “Reading is anguish, and this is because any text […] is empty—at bottom it doesn’t exist; you have to cross an abyss, and i….

“[Words are those] by which we so nimbly traverse the space of a thought to those thin planks thrown over an abyss, which permit crossing but not lingering.”. — Paul Valéry (tr. Charlotte Mandell).

“Words connect the visible track to the invisible thing, the absent thing, the thing that is desired or feared, like a fragile makeshift bridge cast across the void.”. — Italo Calvino (tr. Geoffrey Brock).

For this reason, the proper use of language, for me personally, is one that enables us to approach things (present or absent) with discretion, attention, and caution, with respect for what things (present or absent) communicate without words.” (3/3). (trans. Patrick Creagh).

or merely potential or hypothetical, following its traces whenever they appear on the surface. […] The word connects the visible trace with the invisible thing, the absent thing, the thing that is desired or feared, like a frail emergency bridge flung over an abyss. (2/3).

Italo Calvino (from Six Memos):. “As Hofmannsthal said: ‘Depth is hidden. Where? On the surface.’ And Wittgenstein went even further than this: ‘For what is hidden … is of no interest to us.’. I would not be so drastic. I think we are always searching for something hidden (1/3).

(a snippet from Scherzo in E minor, Op. 16, No. 2).

Today’s 🎹 🌀🌀🌀. (Mendelssohn fingers in chaos) 🙃 Hope you enjoy!

“The vanity of believing that we understand the works of time: it buries its dead and keeps the keys. Only in dreams, in poetry, in play […] do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.”. — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (tr. Rabassa).

Swirling through Haydn 🌀🌀 . 🎹 a snippet from Hob. XVI:20,.1st mvt (me playing). hope you enjoy!

So looking forward to this 🖤. finally the paperback (…though it’s already been out for 5 months + I only just found out 🐰)

“There’s no way to express thirty million dead. No words. So certain men are recruited to reinvent the language… [The words] don’t explain, they don’t clarify, they don’t express. They’re painkillers. Everything becomes abstract.”. — Don DeLillo, End Zone.

In the face of death, this menace vanishes altogether. Death is the best soil for cliché. The trite saying is never more comforting, more restful, as in times of mourning. Flowers are set about the room; we stand very close to walls, uttering the lush banalities.” (from End Zone).

Don DeLillo:. “Most lives are guided by clichés. They have a soothing effect on the mind and they express the kind of widely accepted sentiment that, when peeled back, is seen to be a denial of silence. Their menace is hidden with the darker crimes of thought and language. (1/2).

“Life folded Death; Death trellised Life.”. (Moby-Dick, Ch. 102). #MelvilleMonday 🐳.

“The world.was whole because.it shattered. When it shattered,.then we knew what it was. It never healed itself. But in the deep fissures, smaller worlds appeared…”. — Louise Glück, from “Formaggio”.

A glimpse of pianist Richter’s handwriting 🖤

“Nothing which we have once mentally possessed can be entirely lost.”. — Scholz, as quoted in Freud, Dreams.

‘Losing things is not so bad because you learn to enjoy not what you have but what you remember. You should grow accustomed to loss.’. I think this is true. There exists, perhaps, in all human imagination, an unspoken expectation of losing what has been achieved.”.