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Pärt and Glass

Two composers I am attracted by their different way of trying to survive over time.

The first is Philip Glass. His media image is consistent with their prolific output. At times his insistent use of the same resources I am disappointed. Further, his music is subtle, involves and encourages me to travel. Do not you think you hear some of his pieces on the piano or the soundtrack of "The Hours" is an intimate act?

The second composer Glass is inimical to Arvo Pärt. Religious music touches your silence. "Für Alina" or "My heart is in the Highlands" are contained, introspective. Again, it requests the complicity the listener. Neither Glass nor

auditions Pärt are simple. Some pieces like "Koyaanisqatsi" or "Fratres" are immediately appealing, but its assessment progresses over time. That evolution does not cease in our brain holds the key to longevity. Both composers will grow over time because they did not write for the moment.

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The peregrine falcon

The accuracy of the written word has hypnotic power:

"When torque bat torque is excessive, when satisfies the hunger, will soon, when attacked, damaged, when it strikes, cleave, and when you prey gets tired. "

I owe this perfect phrase for translation of a treaty hunting Arabic. That's so brilliant, deadly and treacherous mentioned, that beating, splits and goes quickly, is the gyrfalcon. The quoted phrase is at the very center of the book, and I like to think that's his secret swing.

falconry

The treaty is a written excuse for the Frenchman Pierre Michon create a superb phrase, center and culmination of your essay. His praise is concise and elegant. No more words are necessary.

The image of a gyrfalcon is magnificent in itself and leads me to another of a peregrine falcon. I imagine their movements. Few, electrical. The hawk appears in the gloved hand of a central European noble on a visit to an American lady does. The triangle is completed by an alcoholic husband, jealous of the brutal descent that the bird has on its owner. This triangle is superimposed on the set of ambiguities in the maid with her husband and the driver of the visitors. A third triangle involving the narrator, the ubiquitous host and a hawk. The overlap of the frames is subtle.

Michon's book arouses intellectual curiosity, that of Glenway Wescott is magic. I close with a quotation for this latest work:

Humanity tends to histrionics, worrying about trying to detail every outburst of passion, so that half of our life is a diffuse and stormy fiction.