@ 4 Poetically: The Funk Revolution

February 6, 2013 

Funk is REVOLUTION in black music took place in the same period in which the social movements of the sixties were the center of attention in the U.S. and around the world. With soul and jazz, and something else appeared: A New Groove. The Godfather of Soul, he went beyond his original field: “Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag”, 1965. He shifted his rhythm on the first and third beat, rather than on the second and fourth. He took as gospel and jazz, and he defied all the rules. The guitar and jumping the bass, the “out of time” with the voice of his lungs.

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James Brown taken from HERE

“[…] Come here sister…..Papa’s in the swing
He ain’t too hip…about that new breed babe
He ain’t no drag
Papa’s got a brand new bag [..]“

To listen Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag (Olympia 1967) go HERE

# 7 Contamination: Woke up from sleep of stone

February 5, 2013

By “All Quiet on the Western Front ”. E. M. Remarque.

 

“[..] 
 He fell in October 1918, on a day so calm and quiet on all fronts, the bulletin of the Supreme Command was limited to these words:” All Quiet on the Western Front. “He had fallen forward and lay with his head on the ground, as if asleep. When he turned around he saw that he could not have suffered long: his face wore an expression so serene, almost as if he was glad to finish so […] ‘
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Listen to this symphony (Robert Alexander Schumann’s Symphony). Try to rivevere inside these sounds, while this soldier recovers his humanity, just at the moment when it kills itself (the enemy). He kills his enemy, and at that moment he, for the first time, looks into his eyes. And he knows that both are dying.

From the 23-th minute when he is about to shoot and tries to reach it; after when he sees it fall. And he understands too late. You hear the sound of the strings. He feels the humanity in itself, but just at the moment when one takes to his fellow man. The absurd war, murder. If one can identify with this, really: he faints because he feels the horror. And do not cry. No, too easy. Do you hear the music from the 23 th minute when playing wind instruments and strings, and to 23:50. BEHOLD HIM THE FEEL. FEEL IT IN YOUR HEART. COMING OF THE WIND WHO KILLED HIM IN HIS HEART and THE FEEL .. After hearing that, we can cry. Yes, once you can cry for all the dead in a sleep of stone.

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Robert Schumann – image taken HERE

To listen to the symphony no. 4 click HERE

@ 3 Poetically: Woman at the window

January 30, 2013 

 

What are you looking at this woman?

It looks like she’s watching the road.

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Gustave Caillebotte, “Woman at the window” (1880) taken from HERE

 

Yes, this woman is looking at the way her of her past and many manifestations of the ego and safe collection of what is behind her, with a calm and static vision of support to the interior of the room.

 

This is an overview of all the manifestations of what has been, what with the uncertainty of what might still be; of the many faces that will appear and they are now and still waiting for a response from them and from the indifferent external environment, or they are waiting for our nod.

 

A nod to our viewers.

# 6 Contamination: Shy gifts spring

January 29, 2013

 

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Picture taken HERE

 

My sister gave me the image of Him (Johannes Brahms), thus illuminating the shadowy spring day.

 

And that gift was the alternation of light and cloud in the alternating movement of the two themes decidedly mixed. The first theme, very lyrical and melancholy, brings an atmosphere of sore nostalgia for events never happened and he evoked. Like a restless throb along a century. And this is in contrast to the second theme, introduced by woodwinds, Notable for its intense rhythmic and bringing the emotional rainbow as the omen of summer rain (4 minutes and 10 seconds.) – And the yearning of the arches in 4 minutes and 40 seconds.

 

In this sonata for the first time is not required to repeat the exposure of themes, which are two: the first is drawn in from the opening two sections of violins, cellos and horns from the second, and it is characterized by the broad range of seventh . The absence of a second exposure sheds particular light on the relations between the different moments of the movement, in the development undergone by the first theme, there is one that appears in the second half for the use wind instruments, which seem to want to turn everything into a choir, from which, however, the theme wriggles free quickly to return to his true nature melodic.

 

What a paradox: what was an early in his career as a composer room, which was tricky with the wind instruments, uses an imposing orchestra here and follow it by arches, which Gently reproduce musical cells that make up their towing. As the silence after the rain, as soon as interrupted by the whispers of the rays of the clouds thinned out.

 

Me and the picture of him with my sister and from the eighth minute the musical work, with the whole orchestra this time, we invite everyone who is willing.

 

To listen “L’allegro ma non troppo” of the Fourth Symphony,  click HERE

@ 2 poetically: Nets of real

January 23, 2013  

Lino Milita

I desideri dei mondi possibili
relegati nell’aliena inconsistenza,
son soppesati come una senescenza
che s’attarda nelle fole insolubili.

Pigre sintesi giudicano le astratte azioni,
infantili albe delle fiabe fatate,
annunciate dalle farfalle eccitate
nel dipingere libere e aeree aspirazioni.

Ma ogni assonante ritmo d’ali rievocato
in mutevoli aperture dei risvegli,
è specchio di ogni petalo illuminato.

E ogni incontro nell’universale meraviglia
nella celebrazione d’un altro apparire
accudisce una nuova e più intensa veglia.

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As for the video Ryan McGinley’s Beatiful Rebels click HERE 

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#2 Contamination: Orlando and Tilda

January 19, 2013

Tilda: here in “Orlando”, she offers the unconscious is both masculine feminine of each of us, and the story of an empire, and the story of the desire to be a father and a mother. In this film, SHE is a gift: a continuous offer of the possible manifestations of what she can be. She and Tilda’s character, are both a generous range of possible desires of all who we can be.

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Image taken from HERE

Beautiful music: the labyrinth is a search for his own meaning of life in the flow of the history of her sex, the history of England. And this music that repeats the rhythm in ascending order for the final explosion: a NEW BIRTH.

This movie, that book, that actress, that woman was Virginia Woolf; that music is a whole: an absolute masterpiece. The video “scene of the labyrinth”: HERE

# 1 Contamination. Dances between the silent Sounds

January 18, 2013

Rachmaninov – Symphonic Dances – Op 45 – 1/5

The Symphonic Dances Rachmaninoff can be set to music with a piano. They have a structure to our ears, can they be understood in an abstract manner, imagining tone and timbre in the percussion (heart), on the breath (lung) and the key (skeleton).

And just because they maintain a distance from the word, and also by the specific noise of an instrument, we, as in the act of writing poetry, through language, our bodies and the mutual feelings that we express in emotions, we transform them in flesh and blood, a common feeling.

And then we dance between these schemes.

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Image taken from HERE

We start from the first dance. Do not cheerful: the impact of three descending notes, which forms the basis of the movement, makes its way into pianissimo strings, and then it emerges with rhythmic aggression. The sound of the oboe leads to the transition of the middle section; the alto saxophone states the bad mood; the melody is then taken up by the violins, before returning to the initial section that we called rhythmic dynamism; and the movement is switched off in the same way of com it was started.
We wake up feeling the three notes, our body resumes its forms and it swims in the black vortex that runs on the same without screwing on a fulcrum.

The Scream is the transition to the saxophone.

The tormenting sigh invokes the arches, like the wings of glass, they branch out in polymorphic structures. And we begin again, waiting for the next movement, we being chained in the final rate order not to disperse the memory of self-image.

To listen Symphonic Dances Press Here