Friday, April 10, 2015
Worth Noting: E.M. Cioran on the purposes of writing
I found this wonderful quote used as in epigram in Kurt Russell's new book I Am Sorry to Think I Have Raised a Timid Son. It is from E. M. Cioran: "Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone."
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Worth Noting: Corinna De Fonseca-Wollheim on early music group Les Delices
In 3/15/2015 NYT, CorinnaDe Fonseca-Wollheim writes of how early modern music group Les Delices leader and oboeist, Debra Nagy plays a baroque oboe. The instrument allows her to shape more expressive notes than she could on a modern oboe. She writes, "One of the most delightful aspects of any performance by Les Delices is this exploration of the dramatic potential of pitch- how to curve, stretch or wilt a note in a way that's emotionally resonant."
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Worth noting: Karl Ove Knausgaard on American individualism
From the NYT Magazine (March 1, 2015) article, My Saga: Part One:
I had never really understood how a nation that so celebrated the individual could obliterate all differences the way this country did. IN a system of mass production, the individual workers are replaceable and the products are identical. The identical cars are followed by identical gas stations, identical restaurants, identical motels and, as an extension of these, by identical TV screens, which hang everywhere in this country, broadcasting identical entertainment and identical dreams. Not even the Soviet Union at the height of its power had succeeded in creating such a unified, collective identity as the one Americans lived their lives within. When times got rough, a person could abandon one town in favor of another, and that new town would still represent the same thing.
Was that what home was here? Not the place, not the local, but the culture, the general?
I had never really understood how a nation that so celebrated the individual could obliterate all differences the way this country did. IN a system of mass production, the individual workers are replaceable and the products are identical. The identical cars are followed by identical gas stations, identical restaurants, identical motels and, as an extension of these, by identical TV screens, which hang everywhere in this country, broadcasting identical entertainment and identical dreams. Not even the Soviet Union at the height of its power had succeeded in creating such a unified, collective identity as the one Americans lived their lives within. When times got rough, a person could abandon one town in favor of another, and that new town would still represent the same thing.
Was that what home was here? Not the place, not the local, but the culture, the general?

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