Etikettarkiv: Drama

Immortal Beloved

Min bäste väns bröllop (1994)

Ludwig van Beethoven:
[in reference to ”Violin Sonata in A Major, Op. 47” – ”Kreutzer”… ]
Do you like it?
Anton Felix Schindler:
Shh!
Ludwig van Beethoven:
I cannot hear them, but I know they are making a hash of it. What do you think? Music is… a dreadful thing. What is it? I don’t understand it. What does it mean?
Anton Felix Schindler:
It – it exalts the soul.
Ludwig van Beethoven:
Utter nonsense. If you hear a marching band, is your soul exalted? No, you march. If you hear a waltz, you dance. If you hear a mass, you take communion. It is the power of music to carry one directly into the mental state of the composer. The listener has no choice. It is like hypnotism. So, now… What was in my mind when I wrote this? Hmm? A man is trying to reach his lover. His carriage has broken down in the rain. The wheels stuck in the mud. She will only wait so long. This… is the sound of his agitation. ”This is how it is… ,” the music is saying. ”Not how you are used to being. Not how you are used to thinking. But like this.”

Fortsätt läsa Min bäste väns bröllop (1994)

I Origins

I origins (2014)

Sofi:
How many senses do worms have?
Ian:
They have two. Smell and touch. Why?
Sofi:
So… they live without any ability to see or even know about light, right? The notion of light to them is unimaginable.
Ian:
Yeah.
Sofi:
But we humans… we know that light exists. All around them… right on top of them… they cannot sense it. But with a little mutation, they do. Right?
Ian:
Correct.
Sofi:
So… Doctor Eye… perhaps some humans, rare humans… have mutated to have another sense. A spirit sense. And can perceive a world that is right on top of us… everywhere. Just like the light on these worms.

Fortsätt läsa I origins (2014)