Requiem
we have of our new neighbors, whom we invited to our Open House, Get a gift card, for a performance of Mozart's choral music performed by him in the Strathmore Hall. I had a way of imagining as if it could not be much more than what we have offered Erwin Klinkon in the concert hall of the Montgomery College. I had the emergence of a Maryland Cultural Center at the old villa on the Rockville Pike somehow mitgekriegt, but no idea of what is designed as real: All the greater was my surprise had to admit when I saw the outer dimensions of this system, next to the subway station Grosvenor . This is a thing that may well keep up with the "New Philharmonic Orchestra" in Berlin or the concert hall of the Kennedy Center and is certainly larger than the "House of Friends of Music" in Vienna. So a framework in which the title of National Symphony may well occur worthy. Sure thing! The Self-representation of those who helped in the frontline of the rapid growth of the Washington Metropolitan Area: There was no need to save. Architecturally, the plant equivalent to the new Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport is far less technical wood paneling, parquet flooring and seating in warm natural wood.
... in today's playback technology for music, the concert hall is an anachronism. But the musical experience in a "communion of saints" in a society characterized by self-selection temporarily the "chosen people" united, can the opportunity to convey to the individual to lift, as it by itself and connect to the sublime in the art of music more accessible. The first part of the show included the overture to the "impresario" [K. 486] and "Exiltate, jubilate" [K. 165] with Helen Donath, soprano ... as so often in such experiences is my genius gone on tour and I'm free to take me from the oppressive self-blocking tightness in my painfully-tried tests ok in my thoughts and the poetic and creative spirit can give, which I shall always receive from the melodies of Mozart. The was before the break and I looked with great anticipation towards the second part - the idea of "eternal peace" the Requiem [K. 626] begged. had to make since we, the old lady into the home - - In the past two years I was constantly with death confronted and undignified hype about death and dying, who in the past three weeks by the media rushed in myself a desire to be This uncanny adequately to confront. to find something that might speak to the heart, where all attempts have failed to address what is happening ... at least intellectually able to cry and feel emotion, where not germinate more heartache can. But instead of redeeming dismissal of these mysterious boxes that hover between feeling and intellect Received I had a painful, painful physical reaction. I was shaken by a cough. The throat dry-burning allowed only with an extremely shallow breathing ... so it's quite reasonably that all my attempts to make me run this subject in the sand even if I am lacking in the ability to gain insight into those reasons.
... I know it's not true but will have to live the unspeakable lust took hold of me even there, where I have nothing more to say, and give my all, the hardships have meaning volatilized. I am happy and desireless-down therefore it remains for me nothing more than just: go on living. But I am dying yet again before the last, to live the ultimate question in my joy than despair in death can make a mockery of. I am a best of yesterday - the success of authors from the pre-last year: Houellebecq - dissected in the hand like to live in the attempt from the pleasure to encounter the sublime to make and with a sweeping blow the paradigms of the world's redemption from the past four generations wiped out: At the end is nothing but a stochastic-topological [René Thom you have read] and bio-molecular aufgenordete "Brave New World "programmable machines made of flesh and body fluids which construct life as lust goes beyond the end. Here we are to ourselves as the moderns in the hunt for the perfection of one's own happiness persecuted, which force the progress of science and of the immense speed of the arithmetic of the need for a hypothesis who or what the world may have created us in it lost is. Without the confrontation with death, we also notice does not mean that they are missing: The hypothesis "God" interferes only when the entire life is nothing but an optimization process, whose success is measured by the extent to which we have succeeded is to draw the attention of others to us: morality as practical reason is enough to teach us what is in this quest just yet allow. Hilfiger nonsense manner, but such morality is not enough to deny that our attention that exceed these limits. On the contrary, we are obsessed by a cult of evil especially where it is as absolutely unique evil with mountains of corpses makes everyone understand. These are mountains that no faith can do more to enable.
How nice it there for believing the Savior personally appointed people who can tell the good fight: "We do not do body counts of collateral damage ..." This same "Right-to-Lifers" find it but good to say, in order to limit questions of life and death you always choose the life ... the innocent unborn growing seed is then without question as "incipient life" considered even if in a world of callous rejection to be born ... and get the functioning of the hubris of the medical equipment pieces of meat-in-vegetative state as "not yet fully Finished life" at any cost functional. This atmosphere of enlightened [but not so far enlightened] Christianity has a successful author, who - unlike Houellebecq - is sure to ignore the voice of violence, that in "The Time, "and similar to the waves of cheap entertainment floating, broadly make thrown in a [pretty exciting] re-infusion of Mary Shelley's" Frankenstein "on the market, under the lurid surface even further, and deeper under the skin is "as Houellebecq's filthy - simply by creating the contrast between animate God's creatures and perfected-but-soulless human machines, the Lord and Creator as a through-and-is by the evil conspiratorial demonic Mad Scientist, which explicitly Mengele friend is shown: If Houellebecq is the Savior. So all this is reversible and replaceable.
What is it what we are looking for a "sense of life" when "life" can be worn as a spiritual value in political infighting and biology to manipuliertbaren process without deeper meaning understood "and described" ...
No! Mozart's Requiem to me is not a portal to the "eternal rest" on the contrary, I find something deeply disturbing in these sounds ...
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