holy fuck this smells amazing everyone go smell a rose RIGHT NOW
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@franzl806
holy fuck this smells amazing everyone go smell a rose RIGHT NOW
happy pride, here's schober eyefucking me for a minute and a half while reading love poems (and then i step on his foot)
Is it you, Sussmayr?
another franz, sorry... nothing but respect for sussmayr though. i always liked mirror of arcadia. shame about the requiem 😳
thoughts that no one asked for: i really have nothing against süßmayr's work on the requiem but he shouldn’t have been asked to write it. i hear people complaining it’s not original, well no shit, this isn’t composition, it’s hack work. original süßmayr is not required here. a sense of individuality would be antithetical to the job. what is required is a smooth patching that generates the impression, on a first casual listen through, that one is probably listening to mozart. it's an illusion that doesn't need to hold up under scrutiny. süßmayr was asked to AI-generate a mozart requiem and he did it very well. that’s not on him, that’s on the people who pressured him into doing it. i’m sure he felt he was doing his friend a service. people say mozart worked together with him on it and asked him to finish it… i really doubt that. i have complicated feelings about ‘finishing’ unfinished works in general (ie just leave them alone!!!) and honestly if we even do play the requiem at all i think i would prefer to hear it… exactly as is? as an artifact of its own incompletion if that makes any sense. or of death anyhow, it's a shame that’s the work he's known for, because there's nothing of him in it.
in contrast, this is what we were raised on :)
my mental health’s been too good this week. time to fix that
franz you need to STOP
my mental health’s been too good this week. time to fix that
Is it you, Sussmayr?
another franz, sorry... nothing but respect for sussmayr though. i always liked mirror of arcadia. shame about the requiem 😳
SWAAAANS on the WAAATER (swans on the water)
little music reference for you guys there
SWAAAANS on the GRAAASS (swans on the grass)
this blog is devolving
no it isn’t shut up
SWAAAANS on the WAAATER (swans on the water)
little music reference for you guys there
affirmations for 2026
- i AM going the right way
- this IS the correct train
- the cars do NOT want to kill me
- this will NOT give me food poisoning
update we got completely wasted at the maria-theresien-platz and schober tried to eat a bird
i forgot to take photos so here is an artists interpretation:
@torupsohn pull the fuck UP
look at this shit i saw in the neue hofburg
so fucking covetous i cant even tell you
coveting this thing so bad
whats your most overrated piece, like a composition that is famous but you wish it wasnt
everyone pls stop playing the b minor symphony. I WASNT DONE WITH THAT ONE
Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?
The snowscape of Northumbria has known
And now forgotten footprints left by you.
Innumerable are the days the sun
Has set, gray brother, in between us two.
Slow in slow shadow you would work your lines
Out into metaphors of swords at sea,
and of the horror dwelling in the pines
and of the lonely thing that time could be.
Where shall I seek your features and your name?
Such things as these antique oblivion can
never divulge. I’ll never know what came
of you when you on earth were yet a man.
You walked the ways of exile in your day.
Now you are nothing but your iron lay.
“To A Saxon Poet” by Jorge Luis Borges
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
--> headphones on in the park --> hear a terrifying rattling growling sound --> think im about to be hit by a motorcycle or some shit --> its the pianist's breathing
🥺🥲🫡.
ur moms gay
schober if you are homophobic on this blog i will block you