Wednesday, November 12, 2008

CHOPIN

I'm listening to Chopin as I am typing this entry on my bed.

Some time back, music was the ultimate outlet and the ultimate escape from everything that is reality. I still love music for that reason. I can get lost in the world of the score - that little paradise which the composer creates and fills with structures, progressions, colors, rhythms and form. meaning. contours and artificial highs and lows. a breathtaking cadence takes me into a strange tonal level. every step a new refreshing angle.

i love the crunch of the keys as i listen to the polonaise in A.

the taking away of music then, is the removal of one form of escape. and im forced to look and listen to myself - particularly my inner thoughts. this is an extremely frightening thing to do.

why do i fear myself?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

when and how u go paris de? no ns meh?

SERGEI DAGHLOVSKY said...

haha i can take leave mah... i have 14 days a year.