January 27, 2006

  • Mozart, 2006

    Mozart, 1935

    Poet, be seated at the piano.
    Play the present, its hoo-hoo-hoo,
    Its shoo-shoo-shoo, its ric-a-nic,
    Its envious cachinnation.

    If they throw stones upon the roof
    While you practice arpeggios,
    It is because they carry down the stairs
    A body in rags.
    Be seated at the piano.

    That lucid souvenir of the past,
    The divertimento;
    That airy dream of the future,
    The unclouded concerto . . .
    The snow is falling.
    Strike the piercing chord.

    Be thou the voice,
    Not you. Be thou, be thou
    The voice of angry fear,
    The voice of this besieging pain.

    Be thou that wintry sound
    As of the great wind howling,
    By which sorrow is released,
    Dismissed, absolved
    In a starry placating.

    We may return to Mozart.
    He was young, and we, we are old.
    The snow is falling
    And the streets are full of cries.
    Be seated, thou.

    – Wallace Stevens, Ideas of Order (1936)

    From the center:

    “‘Mozart, 1935′ immediately discloses a will to counter complaints of pure
    poetry, to refute that charge heard regularly from Stevens’s critics, to find
    ‘his particular celebration out of tune today’ on his own if necessary;
    and, in short, to meet the communist [poet and critic Willard] Maas’s ‘respect
    for his magnificent rhetoric’ at least halfway across from right to left.”

    – Alan Filreis, Modernism from Right to Left: Wallace Stevens, the
    Thirties, and Literary Radicalism
    (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1994), p. 211

    From the left:

    Norman Lebrecht on this year’s celebration of the 250th anniversary of Mozart’s birth (January 27, 1756):

       “… Mozart, it is safe to say, failed to take music one step
    forward….
       … Mozart merely filled the space between staves with chords
    that he knew would gratify a pampered audience. He was a provider of
    easy listening, a progenitor of Muzak….
       …  He lacked the rage of justice that pushed Beethoven into
    isolation, or any urge to change the world. Mozart wrote a little night
    music for the ancien regime. He was not so much reactionary as
    regressive….
       … Little in such a mediocre life gives cause for celebration….
       … The bandwaggon of Mozart commemorations was invented by the Nazis in 1941….
       …  In this orgy of simple-mindedness, the concurrent
    centenary of Dmitri Shostakovich– a composer of true courage and
    historical significance– is being shunted to the sidelines, celebrated
    by the few.
        Mozart is a menace to
    musical progress, a relic of rituals that were losing relevance in his
    own time and are meaningless to ours. Beyond a superficial beauty and
    structural certainty, Mozart has nothing to give to mind or spirit in
    the 21st century. Let him rest. Ignore the commercial onslaught. Play
    the Leningrad Symphony. Listen to music that matters.”
         
    The left seems little changed since 1935.

Comments (2)

  • Ooo rock me Amadeus
    Rock me Amadeus…
    Rock rock rock rock me Amadeus
    Rock me all the time to the top

    He was a Punker
    And he lived in the big city
    It was Vienna, was Vienna
    Where he did everything
    He had debts, for he drank
    But all the women loved him
    And each one shouted:
    Come on and rock me Amadeus

    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

    He was Superstar
    He was popular
    He was so exalted
    Because he had flair
    He was a virtuose
    Was a rock idol
    And everyone shouted:
    Come on and rock me Amadeus

    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

    Come on and rock me Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

    It was around 1780
    And it was in Vienna
    No plastic money anymore
    The banks against him
    From which his debts came
    It was common knowledge
    He was a women’s man
    Women loved his punk

    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

    Come and rock me Amadeus…

    Baby baby do it to me rock me
    Baby baby do it to me rock me
    Baby baby do it to me rock me
    Yes yes yes
    Baby baby do it to me rock me
    Baby baby do it to me rock me
    Baby baby do it to me rock me

    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
    Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus…

      - From the CD “Falco – Greatest Hits”

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