72 spoke to my soul. 75 spoke to me in ways I do not yet quite grasp, but that I urgently feel I must soon come to understand.
There is music that was written to be read, and music that ... needs, ontologically, to be heard.
I feel your characterisation of Mozart's operas to be very much on mark. Oh, but what I want to say is:
Panopticon-whatever it is-follows you. It’s embedded inside. Do you pull out the splinters or leave them alone? Are they splinters? Is it a matter of perspective? Falling into sophist arguments, thinking only in relativity. Are there absolutes? Sometimes, everything feels backward, like what should be solid is jello, what is relative is gravel. [...] World shattered and shattering, the only thing organizing my mind my world, was music.How did you know? how did you know
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There is music that was written to be read, and music that ... needs, ontologically, to be heard.
I feel your characterisation of Mozart's operas to be very much on mark. Oh, but what I want to say is:
Panopticon-whatever it is-follows you. It’s embedded inside. Do you pull out the splinters or leave them alone? Are they splinters? Is it a matter of perspective?
Falling into sophist arguments, thinking only in relativity. Are there absolutes? Sometimes, everything feels backward, like what should be solid is jello, what is relative is gravel. [...]
World shattered and shattering, the only thing organizing my mind my world, was music.How did you know? how did you know ( ... )
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