Donald Trump is a mirror. Beyond brain-scan level analysis, our reaction is the issue. Hidden/s only we might glimmer. To pretend we're not touched is called pride. We should make the most and use it/his presence, to speak-some. To us. About religion, gender, power, language, outsiders, insiders, money, power, sex and culture.
Although . . .
Throughout, Tureck kept in mind the structural essence of music, telling Ampolsk: “I start by working on form. When you’re thinking about form, I feel you’re at the core of the matter, whatever your discipline may be. That’s where the center of my being always is. It is at the center of my playing. I’ve always been expressing conceptions all . . .
Gould used the Peters edition of the score (no.218) which has missing the
last 7 bars of Contrapunctus XIV, (which they and Gould erroneously call
Contrapunctus XV). There were several print editions of this work and
several early editions chose cadential points that the editors felt were
more structurally significant - such as a cadence or . . .
Commented on Tap's Politics – the pretence of rescue from above
Heard suggestions, this programme got past the ‘what’s expected’ and, ‘Rulers-acceptable’. Certainly what’s allowed to be commissioned mainstream – therefore, because it’s produced one-step off this… Maybe, ‘this is a series worth watching’ but I’m a-tapping here on a ‘ . . .
What is it about sex?
First three in the search-engine #news: Why so much drunk-led sex among young adults? (Females, English and Welsh, the…); Sex Dust, posh 'Paltrow'-goop, and; Comic, 'Luke Warm Sex', who says, will “take a very broad view of what sex can be”.
Without reading further, a'quick re-image, fits with this: . . .
It is difficult to write about the things you love most. For me, Johann Sebastian Bach’s Die Kunst der Fuge (‘Art of the Fugue’) is tantamount to a sacred text, an artwork so quintessentially perfect in form, so unutterably beautiful from the dual perspectives of the mind and heart, intellect and emotions, that the best thing I usually think . . .