Five Pieces for Winter Morning

So here is a list of what she left behind: a husband, an abortion,
a mathematical education, and a black market career in
trading currencies. And what she brought: a gray poodle,
eight dresses and a fearful combination of hope, sarcasm,
and steel-eyed desire to which I have surrendered. And now
I know her secrets: she will never give up smoking.
She would have crawled across Eastern Europe and fed
that dog her own blood if she had to. And her mother’s secrets:
she would have thought, at last, that you were safe with me.
She hated men. Let me, then, acknowledge that last generation
of the women of the enemy: they are a mystery to me.
They would be a mystery even to my most liberal-minded friends.

- Eleanor Lerman, Our Post-Soviet History Unfolds.

Languide Morning

01. Sofia GubaidulinaHommage a T. S. Eliot: V. ‘The Chill Ascends From Feet To Knees’
Gubaidulina: Offertorium (1999)
02. Alexandr Vasil’yevich MosolovTwo Mazurkas Op. 7: Lent, Languide (by Arthur Lourié)
Soviet Avant Garde, Vol.2 (Hat Now Series, 1999)
03. Leos JanácekSur un sentier recouvert : VIII. Anxiété indicible
Mikhail Rudy ~ Janácek – Piano Works (2001)
04. W.A. MozartSonata No. 2 In F Major: II – Adagio (by Glenn Gould)
Mozart: The Piano Sonatas, Vol. 1 (1991)
05. W.A. MozartSonata No. 2 In F Major: III – Presto (by Glenn Gould)
Mozart: The Piano Sonatas, Vol. 1 (1991)

note: A small list, contemplating meta. What lies beyond music than series of fun sonic and physical exercise of making it, the thing that makes music resonate and connect at more than passing thoughts. If the act of creating music is utterly personal gesture, how can that idea bind a person who listen to it? Is this question even meaningful? etc.

see also: Oscar Peterson and Miles Davis

image: eesti

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Category: Acoustic

5 Responses

  1. Moka says:

    I love the text, do you have any clue if the one provided in the link is the full version of it or just an excerpt? I’d love to read more of her.

  2. squashed says:

    It’s a full poem, from her poem collection.

    “From Our Post Soviet History Unfolds by Eleanor Lerman, published by Sarabande Books. Copyright © 2005 by Eleanor Lerman. ”


  3. marcel weiss says:

    that’s beautiful. wanted to say that for ages: you’re one of my favorite musicbloggers. keept it up and coming!
    cheers from germany :)

  4. squashed says:

    Heya Marcel, thanks.

    We try to make people happy, unless of course when we post anti social loud noises. haa haa.

  5. Cari White says:

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The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt,
a felt world. Here, there,
the stunned silence

of knowing I will not remember
what I heard;

futures that will never happen,
a fluidity we cannot achieve
except as a child
creating possibility.

This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.

-Untranslatable Song [1]