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~ The Wild Rose ~
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This was the power of music:
to give sounds to our emotions, to translate sentiment into something palpable.
Poetry and literature spoke of feeling. Art depicted mood. But only music gave it life, only music gave it definition.
Each creation, each opus became a confessional in which composers revealed themselves, converting their emotional essence into sound.
Beethoven introduced us to anger.
Haydn taught us capriciousness,
Rachimanioff melancholy
Wagner was demonic
Bach was pious.
Schumann was mad, and because his genius was able to record
his fight for sanity; what we heard was isolation and the edge of what
lunacy sounded like.
Liszt was lusty and vigorous and insisted that we confront his
overwhelming sexuality.
Chopin was a poet, and without him
we never would have understood what night was,
what perfume was, what romance was.
book by:~Doris Mortman~
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