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I've been thinking about doing a revamp on what I post here...but don't want to archive or delete anything I've posted.
I've been hacked!!!!! I still need to change my password here but if I happen to send you anything suspicious...please don't click it, don't interact with it, that wasn't me that sent you that.
SHOSTAKOVICH AFFIRMATIONS:
If both my hands were cut off, I would still write music with the pen in my teeth
Love is free
Tell the librettist to fuck off
No arguing with the umpire
It is time to play volleyball
The match will take place whatever the weather
History has charged us, contemporaries of the great battle against German vandalism, with a mission to express the ideals of the fight for the liberation of humanity from the brown plague. To stigmatise fascism, to light up the hate against it, to show by artistic means the real face of Hitlerism, to inspire our fighters. This is what our art seeks. There are no more noble aims. So let our hearts turn to the Sacred War against our enslavers, as do the hearts of millions around the globe. Let the motto "All for the front" become the goal for our everyday work, of all our artistic pursuits. The time to celebrate is coming soon! Let us be worthy of this celebration! Let every one of us, when the war is over and the Earth is peaceful and happy, proudly say that the art of the War period is dedicated to the fight against the bloody fascism, and for the bright future of humanity!
William Tell Overture
why dont we ever talk about puffins. puffins are cool as hell
found this on Pinterest and thought it was fucking hilarious so uhh
Not everything is about you, violinists
I am very sad, and want to go home. Caught one too many strays and am on the brink of implosion
I think about how we wouldn't ever know how kind and gentle Shostakovich really was if it weren't for the people who loved him so deeply that they dedicated huge parts of their lives to preserving his memory. Without the people that loved him, we'd only know the spectacle. We'd only know the overblown legends of his past, the misconstrued and exaggerated tales of his struggle told with no sympathy, of how his talent was held together by dictatorship and shrapnel; we'd never have known the man that so many fell in love with. We wouldn't have known Anti-Formalist Rayok, or any of the other works he wrote that were published posthumously, not even the little waltz that became popular in the West after his death.
Saving the memory of one's entire life is impossible, but there's so much that we know today that is the result of those who loved him too much to let his legacy turn into fiction. And I appreciate every single one of them.
I know I was born an entire century after him, but I hope I can do my part, too. This blog is very jokey and facetious, but I really do care about Shostakovich. I'm very glad to live in an age where I can both share and see that love shared across the world. I'm glad I get to be able to share these little jokes and silly things with people who also care and find them funny. I smile every time I see an interaction with this blog, because I know that people still think about him, even so long after his death. It's beautiful. It makes me feel like love can never die. I'm so happy I get to be a part of it all.
u fascinate me, like a little microbe
I am one of the many colonies that grow in a petri dish
I deeply appreciate this
going straight to Foucault instead of starting with Plato, Aristotle, Descartes, etc etc is like going straight to fentanyl instead of like edibles or carts
yolo or at least I hope so because I don't think I could do living a second time
i think i just gotta accept that everything might not go the way i carefully, meticulously, and thoroughly planned
Have you all ever thought about Shostakovich? I played the final movement of his 5th symphony in orchestra in high school, but I didnât know he had so many crazy compositions. Iâm still trying to get my quartet to play his music. But he was writing in Russia during Stalinâs regime, and the story is actually pretty crazy. And it actually ended up effecting his music.
He wrote what he wanted, full of passion and dissonance and other unconventional elements. For example, he used Jewish folk songs in his music in opposition to the actively brewing anti-semitic culture in Russia, effectively pissing off Stalin. On the more musical side of things, his melodies were often inaccessible, (meaning Stalin couldnât sing them) and didnât sound like typical melodies of the time. But Shostakovich finally received the Soviet wrath when an important publication of the time, Pravda published a scathing article calling his opera âMuddle Instead of Music.â This article came right after Stalin heard a performance of Shostakovichâs opera âLady Macbeth of Mtsenskâ. And Pravda was known to basically be a government mouthpiece. And all of a sudden, Shostakovichâs friends started disappearing. Both because they didnât want to associate with him and because they were literally being executed. In the midst of the social rejection, a friend of Shostakovich stepped up to help. That man was party official Marshal Tukhachevsky who offered to talk to other party leaders on Shostakovichâs behalf. His act of friendship got him arrested. And shot.
Shostakovich tried to repair his public image by composing his 5th Symphony. He tried to channel all of the Soviet ideals into a single symphony, writing something to appeal to Stalin and the other Soviet party officials. The 4th movement is especially triumphant, but even contemporaries like Rudolf Barashi say that something isnât quite right, and that this expression of triumph and joy isnât genuine, but a twisted facade, and there is suffering evident in every note.
This anti-Soviet view of Shostakovich wasnât popular until his friend Solomon Volkov released his memoirs which proclaimed this version of Shostakovich unabashedly. It was quickly put into doubt by critics who pointed out the shady legitimacy of the memoirs. Were they even from Shostakovich? But several friends and family members of Shostakovich support the image of the composer as suffering anti-Soviet. âI am an admirer of Solomon Volkov. There is nothing false there [in Testimony]â says his daughter.
One reason Shostakovichâs anti-Soviet nature was doubted is because of his lack of pushback, and his docile nature outside of his music. In his music, he was progressive and striking, but in real life when interacting with others, he was quiet, humble and non-confrontational. But this could be because he feared for his life, or could simply be his nature. Rudolf Barashi said so in his interview. He said Shostakovich sat and listened as in a oerchestral rehearsal, a director changed one of his written notes to be less dissonant. He didnât speak out in this matter either.
Either way, I am hooked by the tragic and dramatic story of Shostakovichâs struggle. I hope you are too!
string quartet no. 8 and left no crumb
i'll never forgive a certain genre of person for fostering this common conception that dostoeyvsky's works are all these horribly depressing, hard to read novels because that man's writing is funny as hell and reads like a long distance friend telling you about a local drama on facetime at 2am
there is something so fascinatingly deeply unsettling (positive) about both the sound and the fury and absalom, absalom! and iâve been trying to find the words to articulate just what it is about both novels that prompts that particular affective response. faulker is invested in an examination of both the compson family and the south itself as different but interconnected mythos (itâs difficult to not see parallels with ancient tragedy); it often seems that through this myth-making and storytelling and retelling and various streams of consciousness heâs attempting to find the root of what exactly is rotten in the county of yoknapatawpha but also in the compson bloodline; the death of the âsouthern way of lifeâ and of the compson and supten families are interwoven in such a way that the works require you to consider the broader sociopolitical systemic issues causing a multitude of personal familial and social collapses. quentinâs line from the sound and the fury âtheres a curse on us its not our fault is it our faultâ is the one i return to most across all of faulknerâs work, and is perhaps the question i find most hauntingâif you are doomed by the fact that you are a member of the house of atreus, is it your fault? how do you deal with that knowledge? how do you get out?
I love this video thumbnail because of the corporate vector art style, yes, but also because these literally dont look like the brothers karamazov at all đ like not even the same vibes
Ivan looks like he brings a six pack of bud light to every function and says âyâallâ unironically. Dmitri looks like some youth pastor from a non-denominational mega church. Smerdyakov looks like adolescence Diego from go deigo go. And Alyosha is a cassock-less ginger who looks like he works at Target.
Like i get its for some one-off english class teaching video but how do you miss the mark so badly đ
Edit: watched the video and the plot isnât even explained correctly. SAVE THEM FROM THISSSS