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Post by Uncle Henry on Nov 28, 2015 2:53:53 GMT -5
Far away across the Atlantique ocean lies a little-known land to which some centuries ago a huddle of European outcasts made their way. It is not an area to-day to which any man of taste would turn, ever. There is no music there apart from negroid bands strumming on their crude guitars, there is no literature other than childish scribblings the perusal of which insults the reader, and there is no painting at all. The present essentially formless article - Pink Narcissus by name - is posted then as memorable illustration rather than as fine work or infinite perfection. It was generated in the sixties of the last century, and portrays in its halting way the deleterious working of money upon life. Sample images:If you are logged in to this forum as a member and have an interest you may direct your attention HERE.
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Post by ahinton on Nov 28, 2015 3:15:12 GMT -5
Far away across the Atlantique ocean lies a little-known land to which some centuries ago a huddle of European outcasts made their way. It is not an area to-day to which any man of taste would turn, ever. There is no music there apart from negroid bands strumming on their crude guitars, there is no literature other than childish scribblings the perusal of which insults the reader, and there is no painting at all. "Little known"? By whom? "European outcasts"? Who cast them out of where? Your second sentence is nonsensical. Your third is even more so, if that were possible; "no music"? - Ives, Sessions, Piston, Copland, Carter, the mid-20th century symphonists, the major orchestras and music education establishments, the composers and performers who settled there, such as Rachmaninov, Schönberg, Stravinsky, Bartók, Heifetz, Horowitz? - hardly a "land ohne Musik"! No literature or painting? - not if you steadfastly refuse to read or look at any!
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