Poem by Emily Dickinson/photo edited via Instagram
I took these pictures in Bavaria, Germany where I was attending a journalism conference. Just outside the halls of the seminar, in the village of Hexenagger, were these lovely fields. The yellow castle, Schloss Hexenagger, sits atop a hill surveying the landscape and villagers below. Some of these villagers looked like real life gnomes. I have nothing against gnomes – real or porcelain – but it was funny to see them puttering about in their gardens. And the gardens are absolutely beautiful. Bavaria is absolutely beautiful.
It was tranquilizing to be there. All this perennial beauty. It lowers the blood pressure and makes everyone so patient and charming.
Enjoy and stay zen!
One is robust and leads, the other leans in with a more strident sound.
The viola declares while the violin pleads.
It’s in the second go-around that we hear the subtleties of this conversation.
I am suspended, bewitched by this piece of music.
I have goose bumps. I play it a second time.
The viola holds steady.
The violin insists, struggles and finishes with a rueful whine.
Then there is a kind of interlude like when you try to walk back your passion or anger,
when you’ve nearly had an outburst but just on the brink, you’ve managed to overcome yourself.
Listen how the violin quivers as if tottering on shaky heels.
I imagine this music being played at a ballet.
The dancer representing the Violin performs the whole thing on point.
The viola holds steady…and gets the last word.
I have a massive creative crush on the composer, Alberto Iglesias. He often works with Il Maestro Pedro Almodovar whose given us such visions as All About My Mother, Talk to Her and Volver. Iglesias has worked on all of those soundtracks. Maria Santisima de Araceli is my favorite track, off the album Talk to Her. I have been listening to it in loop.
It is brilliant. Rich and sensual and throbbing with life. It’s not that medieval stuff that unsettles the spirit…