Today ends the week dedicated to lucha contra el maltrato a la mujer. Y una vez más tengo que subir esta vieja entrada a la palestra. Daría algo por no tener que repetirla año tras año y, además, cada vez con mayor urgencia y motivos. Ojalá esta semana y este 25 de noviembre sirvan para que recordemos que no es trabajo de una semana o un día y solo de las afectadas, sino diario y de todos. Que al maltrato se le va ganando terreno con la educación, el apoyo y el afecto, la solidaridad, el considerarlo un asunto común y no de algunas mujeres... Y también con la firmeza, la denuncia, la intolerancia, el parar los pies...
... Y salir a la calle a gritar cuantas veces then missing:
BASTA YA!
Otello "? .. No thanks
Because this is not a struggle by women against men, but men and women against barbarism and violence. Because IAGOS fact that there does not justify any Otello. Because we all need to pitch in to stop women being murdered by their partners. Because it is our responsibility to educate our children respect for others and nonviolence. Because we have to go outside to scream whenever necessary. Because we can not stay out of the "problem" of our neighbors, sisters, brothers. For us nothing worth the repentant Otello. Because it is an injustice. Why is everyone's responsibility. Put him
all "because" you want, you wish to obtain or occur.
BASTA YA!
Otello
Niun my theme
armed even if he sees me. This is the end of my journey ...
Oh! Glory! Othello was
And you ... how pale you are! and tired!, and dumb!,
and beautiful!,
pious creature born under an evil star.
Cold as your chaste life, and absorbed in the sky.
Desdemona! Desdemona! ... Ah! dead!
... dead! ... Dead! ...
I have a weapon yet!
Cassio
Ah! Stop!
Lodovico, Montano
Wretch!
Othello
Before you kill yourself ... bride ... I kissed you.
Or dying ... shadow where I lie ...
A kiss ... one more kiss ... ah ...
a altro bacio ...
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Otello
That no matter
me but I still see armed. I reached the end
of my way ... Oh, Gloria! Otello is over.
And you ... How pale you are!, How tired!, How quiet!
how beautiful!
godly creature born under a star malignancy.
Cold as your caste life, and ascended to heaven ...
Desdemona! ... Desdemona! ... Dead! ...
dead! ... Dead! ...
Still I have a gun!
Cassio
Stop!
Lodovico, Montano
bastard!
Otello
kill before ... wife ... I kissed you.
now dying .. in the middle of the shadow that I ice ...
Qué hermoso es el reencuentro con el dulce recuerdo de un tiempo de sonrisas y de tiernas palabras, murmuradas al oído en medio de la noche, susurradas a solas en un rincón del viento. Qué bello es reencontrarse cuando ha pasado el tiempo pero el cariño sigue vivo en nuestros sueños, cuando los dos sabemos que, aunque la vida ha hecho que nuestros dos caminos se separen un tiempo, encontrarse de nuevo es igual que si nunca hubiéramos dejado de hablarnos al ear, as if between vivid dreams every night my eyes and yours have found every time afternoon gives way to night during all those years, as if without knowing had lived side by another in spite of being away. VK
time ago I published for the first time these lines, but given the date that is celebrated today, I think it's always more remember.
VK
Real love is the antithesis of jealousy, possessiveness generated which in turn lead to aberration, unfortunately so frequent, assault and even kill a person who is claims to love.
If indeed we humans have to learn to love people as they are and do not want to make our mere toy, insecurity, fear of loneliness, wanting our do we love, which would cease to exist as we love, what his whoever makes it.
why not imagine a love that limited subjects and terror, but only love that lets us be who we are ...
As Salinas said:
"Give me liberty. I do not want your fatigue, not, nor thy leaves, your dream, eyes closed. Come to me from you, not from your fatigue you . I feel. Your freedom brings, like a wind universal, the smell of wood remote your furniture, a flock of visions
when you saw that at the height of your freedom and closed your eyes ... "
There are days when the Countess facing the blank box Blogger with special joy. And today is just one of them. Not for the sake of giving a story that everyone already knows, but just for the goodness of this. When I read late yesterday in El Pais Digital granting the National Music Prize 2010 at interpretation Diego Fernández Magdaleno, I was glad of heart for this pianist immense and the world of music in general. And what the hell!, Also for me, I'm proud to know virtually three years long, personally for having heard less and live in a couple of chances and go for the twelve months now.
But I still alegró más leer que se le había concedido por:
" ...su excelencia como pianista, su constante labor de promoción de la música española, en especial la contemporánea, en su amplitud y diversidad estética; su permanente estímulo para la creación de nuevas obras, tanto de compositores consagrados como emergentes, destacando el estreno de 22 obras de creadores españoles en un solo concierto celebrado en Madrid, en el Auditorio Nacional de Música, el 14 de diciembre de 2009 ".
... Y es que, egoístamente, yo participé en uno de esos motivos escuchando y aprendiendo and in another, learning and listening.
I know these praises Diego nervous. No can do, is uncomfortable with praise. And to show I invite you to read the entry posted on his blog yesterday: Today . She will tell a lot from that great man, Fernández Magdaleno and in what spirit she received the news of the prize. But I want to acknowledge it or not, now is a pianist absolute reference in contemporary English music and also your sound is beautiful.
labor program that December 14, 2009 prepared by Luis Garcia Vegas, said: " not often find such an ambitious, dense and varied, as this journey that today offers us a pianist Diego Fernández Magdaleno. A intérpete than 37 years has become a key reference for contemporary interpretations piano, and it is shown by its more than two hundred premieres . " (excuse to say that I keep it, along with the entrance in one of the favorite places of my library)
During that evening
were parading through the keys of the Steinway, the excited parts of 22 co-Ramón Barce. 22 elegies of very different style and structure but with the common bond of having been composed in homage to the composer in Madrid on the first anniversary of his death. There were small and heartfelt tribute to Marco, Sarda, Garcia Alvarez, Calandin, Garcia Demestres, Cartal, Legido, García Abril, Soler ... And danced around the piano, Impromptus, Wailing Epifafios, Limits, Elegies, and such beautiful compositions titles like "Whisper in my ear," "The path of the Cuckoo," "Sons de dol per Barce" ...
But hearing in all its subtlety, sadness, longing and admiration and teacher and colleague who died was made possible by to another great friend of the shelling was a quintessential art, a truly beautiful and unique sound and a feeling that almost felt down from the diaphragm to the toes. And who played was Diego Fernández Magdaleno, with depth and serenity. With the affection of friendship applied to interpretative mastery. And surely they are not hollow words and empty flattery.
That day I saw him reach the camera room and beat me a little respect for the salute. I said I would after the concert. But I assure you that the end of this was so moving it would have been a total lack of education and sensitivity on my part to try to interrupt. And is that at the end of the evening with the "Small Changes " Ramón Barce, the audience burst into applause and Diego asked all the composers who were there-they were all or almost all, to go up on stage. And if I was not wrong in my deductions, so did the shipmates. And the wood of the Chamber Hall welcomed excited hugs to her and the author whose memory was very much on the eyes and hands of those who went there. I assure you it was exciting. And I was not one to get me through something so beautiful.
But all the saints are eighth and recently, after the lost opportunity to Guadalajara, I was lucky attending a lecture-concert Diego. And if I like listening to their interpretations, I assure you it is no less delightful to hear their explanations teaching. In a pedagogical sense based on a clear use of the simplicity and humor was tacking real gems of knowledge relating to Ramón Carnicer, Enrique Barrera or the influence of Wagner and Chopin in our territory during the nineteenth century. And then paraded through her voice Jacinto Ruiz Felix Antonio Llamas and father. And leaping dancers names Aurelio González, José María Aparicio, mixed with those of Jorge Guillén, Eslava or Marcelino Villalba. And, as a brooch, Aizpurua, Legido, Agustín González Acilu ...
All these explanations and teachings were truffled with interpretations. Despite the small size of the room and "uncomfortable" acoustics, Schimmel sounded good, very good, finished good. And believe me it's a true pleasure to see Diego play, how his lips move vocalizing fun bars, dedicated and focused on what he plays. One after another, paraded enchanted a "Sonatina " of Barrera, a fragment of a piano sonata Llamazares, another early work of this: a " Night", full of finesse. And a "English Fantasy " of Villalba, with elements other than the popular and well romanticism of earlier pieces. Later came two beautiful little works of Felix Antonio, based on poems by Jorge Guillén entitled " Lullaby" and "mud Figures" (if I fail the notes taken on the fly).
ended the concert with " Klasteriana Didacus " Peter Aizpurua, the composer created for Diego friend and who reminded me of paintings by Rothko and Kandinsky. Art in constant search. Freed from any trim that does not say anything new. And by " Fúrfulas " (or " furcula " I do not know if I understood well), Jesus Legido, balanced and subtle as a painting by Cezanne.
I repeat it was a delight from beginning to end. But I can assure you high above their interpretations, research, knowledge, is the person Diego. Although interrupted miserably testing and our understanding was a bit steep for my fault, I assure you is great, intimate, warm, open smile. All of it friendly. And that is what most rooted in the mind, even beyond their technical needs and everything he has done for music research and contemporary music in this country. I promise you solemnly that I have not exaggerated at all the description that he do in this post. Or personally or professionally. It's good, very good and even better person.
And surely you know, Mr. Fernández Magdaleno, as well as a writer, is beautiful and specialized discography. I can not speak, unfortunately, of his books as I have not read yet either, but I can tell you about the two albums I've heard:
I have considered whether or not to put any part thereof. I resisted a little to do since I prefer be heard you represent in the CD drive with an original. But since you can freely listen to music on youtube , I decided to bring a small (by time, not quality) Josep Soler to taste its interpretation and superb sound. But there are cheats me, promise me if you like, acquire the records, that I have made it very easy to link. And yes, I bet the bodice ties that probably do not have yet, like me, a dedicated ... Envy filthy, why wait?!
J. Soler (1935). Polyphonies (1990). Diego Fernández Magdaleno, piano. Music Foundation Contemporary, 2002.
I going to let this last paragraph goes for a shell todito Medina de Rioseco ...
Oh yes, Diego, I know. That makes you feel to hear that fatal praises in the mouth or other key. That would give something because even with all the joy that is, spend these days of praise, congratulations and interviews. But you can not reproach is never in this post has a bit of lying or excess. And I tell you I am particularly pleased that National Award (I told you yesterday) by just and deserved for the pianist but, above all, because everything have big, beautiful person you have it.
What were they thinking, I was not going to go? Well, almost, Vds. They are right .. that for one thing it does Countess and from time to time, always catches the bull.
But once here and reassembled the bustle, I would say that I could not go through the day without a ticket. Of course, for solace, they advance that will be well cortita: just music with bugs (which is what youtube has that, as in videos out instrumentalists, singers and director of thing becomes more pleasant and bearable) and the occasional snapshot of today's honorees.
Cecilia Legend has it that Roman was married to Valerian, sister of Tiburcio, virgin and martyr. If you are interested in their lives, their avatars and above all, his martyrdom decapitated, here is a link and soak you from wisdom, I'm blown time today.
I would have loved to be held today also the day but as the poor Euterpe was morita, ran out of onomastics or celebration. It is also true that his credit had the advantage not go through suffering, torture or twisting the flesh of various kinds, and among his many thanks to not have had to hand the spoon to San Pedro. Moreover, a famous poet says "muses are immortal because aspiring rejuvenate the aura of peace" (there is nothing, the phrase!). Our muse of music and poetry for quiet living on Parnassus with his half brother Apollo and the rest of her sisters, was engaged to play the double flute, ate, rested and had a great life in the extreme. Nothing to do with our family noble senators Metellus, who ended his days losing his head hopelessly. Yo Santa Cecilia, of course, I would have changed by the muse without hesitation ... though he had a day Saints nor the huequecito Golden Legend.
Well, I do not roll up. Enjoy some pictures of you from the pagan and Christian holy semid and listen to this small wonder of the Ode to St Cecilia's Day of the German British was extended, Don Jorge Federico.
Euterpe and St. Cecilia in the art
GF Handel (1685-1759). Ode for St Cecilia's Day. HWV 76. Orchestra and Chorus of Les Arts Florissants. Dir: Paul Agnew. Sophie Daneman, soprano. Recorded at the Festival de Beaune, 2008. Via
And do not think this short entry will set a precedent. Whenever I get a little bit of insomnia will come to them with magnanimity to watch that they deserve.
Vds. Have a weekend musical journey and more serene than mine. And above all, enjoy the joie de vivre Baroque.
Dēlirãtio-onis f.: delirium, extravagance, and dementia. rave 1 intr.: Rave, or say or do crazy antics. Nonsense. Dēlirus -a-um, crazy, bizarre (Spes Dictionary Latin-English / English Latino. Madrid, 1965)
"It is never late if that is good" , "All the saints have octave" , "All's well that ends well" , "Better late than never ..." "It was not until ad kalendas graeca" ...
In all these phrases before, I let them choose which one they like. Yes, this post comes with great delay, which everyone is preparing the next issue but it's more business as usual and I'm tired of repeating myself .. The countess often late, wrong and never ... but it comes.
is not the first time, nor the last, that this blog is talk of delirium. First and foremost because the magazine is incredibly good. But also because the director, publishers, editors, typesetters, scouts, the whole team going, does its job beautifully and so all I know personally (except Paco), I admire them, I have affection or love them directly lot. And because it assist people who also know, admire and love. I could give many more reasons but I still think that with these (it will cost me to get used to not accentuate the pronouns) are more than enough. In summary, quality, professionalism, many hours of work and love (the one of them to their work and mine for them) are reason enough to bring her here every time a new issue comes to light.
And this time he played the number 7 and the theme was "The 7 Deadly Sins." That's nothing. As the movement by doing, so far, here are the complete issue:
Open publication - Free publishing - More plastic ( Double click and hojéenla ojéenla and big, you deserve it)
Have you taken a look? Would you like it? I I bet the bonds of turquoise and ivory bodice so. But let me be as little as always and objective stories or illustrations hint that further rest. On page 16 they will find a small but precious text Izaskun Legarza. A bit further, in the 20 and then 74 and 75, several collaborations of Sue D. Marin (sorry Sue, but I have your blog address. Pets murmurs). And following the thread, at 55, the first-but no less splendid collaboration of Rafael García Almazán . A little later, someone very special poem: Manuel Ortiz (I can not provide link because the two posts are closed and well you feel), p. 77. Our MegaMag Gemma Pellicer dissected one by one the sins with seven short, precise and inquitantes texts between 102 and 103. Finally Oscar Varona left us an excellent essay between 123 and 125.
And if after all that they please stop by my collaboration, 96, does not need to look for that to facilitate the task of self-promotion and what I bring here is the whole piece and with illustrations that , clear, complete and complementary.
See
first four photographs. They can then get the relatillo between chest and back. If you then entertained with music and slides I can assure you will enjoy great entertainment.
Some preliminary details. The text is somewhat tremebundo, but in my humble opinion and belief, totally accurate. The Baroque style of the style and twisting of the case are attributable solely to the countess, who already know that is Rarita and extravagant.
The photos were taken by her over several months and at a time when the Museo del Prado did not deprive both the interest nor the desire mercantilist monetary concerns, well above issues artistic and quality, as now and always quietly could photograph not use flash or tripod. I assure you that at times and in the dim light of the room was not easy to take still fairly decent and will notice that in the slideshow. But I used to be a pretty good idea of \u200b\u200bhow to place images in the text. If you give them to expand, enjoy the details almost as much as I enjoyed making me.
The second point is on the music. I tried searching and sometimes contemporary pieces, to strictly contemporary of the two Flemish masters. I do not know if they will enjoy, but it also will help them be at a time and a place where love, life, religion, death intermingled, interposed, is hindered and acquired renders the side by side each other, in all artistic.
and let me stories and give way to images, text and music into a delirious and sinful synesthesia.
FLAMENCO TABLE
- "Cave Cave Deus videt" ...
myself I can hear that phrase repeated like a litany, but I can not just see if there is enough light ... This irritates me dirty blue, translucent and deep that I am forming ...
- "Beware, beware. God sees you "goes the chant tools I grow arms, legs, trunk and head disembodied ... I fail to take delight. I ether fade, stupidly amorphous and inconclusive. At least I do not feel pain but cold ... Clearly begin to see an empty room. Maybe it is night.
Now I can move, walk in my appearance of liquid smoke ... And to turn around and suddenly, I felt it my work ... This room may even belong to me ... The Garden of Earthly Delights ... The Temptation of Antonio ... The Hay Wain ...
And of course ... is also the table ... The table in attitude and position of table ... As instructed me, as I imagined, as I was forced to give life, as I felt before painting ... The Bureau of the Seven Deadly Sins of Jeroen van Aken ... El Bosco ... Mine.
not listen to those who say that cash had a helper, a slave of the brush in my name and me. This table from beginning to end was mine. I saw it, the gesture and the pari drawing and painting. Turn around and return it to me and then immersed in the fierce and dilated pupil. I divided the iris, the sins permeable compartments. Forged with the late oil in their eyes external ... I suffered, the vomit ... I did it.
Step by step represents the envy in idle criticism looming in the square in the shadow of the dogs ... the anger weapons in the violent peasant and the monk fools ... the pride crouching behind the mirror and the Wolf ignorant of doors and windows open. And profile, corrected, gave color to the lust pale intriguing among perfumes, music and trees concealing ... But the laziness and gluttony , interior sins propagators of new disorders to the love of idleness and a misunderstood tolerance. If I continue my back about it, and then I remember clearly the last and worst of all ... the greed c on its charge of petty shortsightedness, of hoarding honor and possessions. Unavailable, muddy and flooded everything ...
Giro
rotation around the table and its abject tangle, as the world has been doing without me for five centuries ... And nothing has changed. There is the stigma of this table flamenco. The teaching that I thought, that transitions to the wood with oil pigments and not worth anything. The gap is appalling that produces the sterility of the taught and their efforts useless. What helped my belief in a God who watches everything? It did not help ... because I was wrong to create such a huge eye embedded in the table. Only real iris. The aftermath involving the critical eye of the eyeball icon everlasting are just fakes ... "The move towards real life, hell, final trial, the glory? .. Do not make me laugh. The false starts in the first one to the love of the inert bed, the edge of the doorway. When I described the imagined and put my faith in what he did. But I cheated ... I cheated ... and perhaps I cheated on you unintentionally.
Behind the dying there is no angel nor devil fighting over the soul for a nonexistent doomsday .. because there is eternal fire, limbo and paradise. Look at her well ... Behind the curtain, after the head of that journey will take only a skeleton toothless and angry, waiting and abstruse ... And if as you are watching insolent face that I see looking up, you would find the key ...
Look at the front, on the opposite wall. Here's the answer ...
... in Table spectral overshadows mine. The one who followed me and developed my work ... Does it sound the old Brueghel? Wander through the surface of ivory bones guide boats, cars ... That skinned, reap, push and entice ... Trailing fire and conviction ... Wheels causing torment in crisp and on top, in forks ... That pillage, torture, rape, dismember.
Él y no yo tenía razón. Detrás del lecho mortuorario donde quiera que éste nos sorprenda y nos tome, no hay nada más que un ser sin el menor asomo de piedad... Él no... Ella... Solo ella triunfa. Después de ella no hay más que oscuridad, vacío... Nada
Yo mismo ni siquiera existo. Soy solo el esperpento reflejado en la mente de un loco, el aspaviento de la mediocridad, el último coletazo del dolo y del engaño, apenas un espectro desvaído... Me diluyo... Me deshago... Ya casi no soy si acaso fui.
Cuando el camino acabe razón tendréis para temerla. Porque ella será la única que os espere al borde silence ... Ugly, hideous, old, thin, black. Willing to sever, break, break, end ... There is nothing more ... No more ... Nothing
When you cross the other side of the mirror only death will embrace you with her cold fingers and sound ... "
VV.AA. The Songbook of Hieronymus Lauweryn (the Songbook of Hieronymus Lauweryn. Egidius Kwartet & Consort. Et'Cetera, 2006.
Jeroen van acken (El Bosco) - The Bureau of Seven Deadly Sins
VV.AA. Music in the Age of El Greco (Music in times of El Greco). Music Museum. The Metropolitan Museum of Art The National Gallery. London, 2003.
Brueghel the Elder - The Triumph of Death
I can not complain, with text, music and pictures to fill. Enjoy them while you can because life is short and full of potholes.
must learn to suffer quietly disease and not despair if the body not respond, patiently endure pain and fever and care making a healthier life. know being sick is not easy when you suffer or when you go beyond the desire to live because you have much to enjoy life. However anyone can be affected by a disease that makes our existence harder and harder. Then it occurs to me, that if it is true that health matters of the flesh, even more important is the health of the soul. If we take a patient attitude and hold everything we have to suffer without losing his smile, good humor, healthy positive, optimistic and friendly, we can overcome the most difficult trials and achieve health through of calm. VK
seems that life sometimes asks too much effort : Combat fatigue, disease, boredom, conflict, lack illusion of others with whom we share interests, work, family, career ... have to know a lot of patience and endurance when there are others who want to progress even at the expense of the dreams, hopes and efforts with which we have built our world view and what we life full of meaning. must know how to fight those who try to hurt the people who really matter, family, friends, colleagues, neighbors that make us worth our lives. But maybe all that is not as complicated as it is always harder fight laziness, tiredness and tedium that lies within us. VK
