January 27, 2006
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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. 211From 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…
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