R. Schumann,”Ich grolle nicht”: “I’m not angry.”
Taras Shtonda. Kyiv, Ukraine. The best basso of our times. Period.
The National Philharmonic of Ukraine, 2015. Piano: Anastasiya Titovych
28 Wednesday Oct 2015
R. Schumann,”Ich grolle nicht”: “I’m not angry.”
Taras Shtonda. Kyiv, Ukraine. The best basso of our times. Period.
The National Philharmonic of Ukraine, 2015. Piano: Anastasiya Titovych
28 Wednesday Oct 2015
George Bizet “The Pearl Fishers”
24 Saturday Oct 2015
19 Monday Oct 2015
As hard as we try to avoid them, mistakes of all kinds do happen… Here’s what Neil Gaiman says about making mistakes. Though it’s still better NOT to do so!
Make Mistakes!
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things,
trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself,
changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before,
and more importantly, you’re doing something.
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself.
Make new mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes.
Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before.
Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough,
or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.”
Neil Gaiman
17 Saturday Oct 2015
17 Saturday Oct 2015
15 Thursday Oct 2015
The best performance of this magical piece…
15 Thursday Oct 2015
Superb. Timeless music of all-time.
13 Tuesday Oct 2015
13 Tuesday Oct 2015
Posted poetry
inWilliam Butler Yeats
Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats
Never give all the heart
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
Rudyard Kipling
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowances for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or being lied about don’t deal in lies.
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise.
If you can dream and not make dreams your master,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools.
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss;
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to you “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or talk with Kings, nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
(October 1910)