Beauty is intolerable and intolerant. Merciless lash our eyes, seduces the ears already careful, catch our words suspended mixture of lightning and slowness. She is enough in itself, nor is it to us, but its appeal is irresistible and will require a response we do not know. The lines of introduction of the sixth game give us this joy painful, this fugitive light that divides us, this "principle of the terrible" was talking about Rilke. Something that disappears in the act of fulfillment. Simple chords arpeggio, and yet, almost a trifle, a property firm, austere and poor, which opens only due to the fact that it opens. Sure, without calculation or intention, the act affects an indifference curve in the flesh with a scalpel, and my flesh mingles with the music.
0 comments:
Post a Comment