The other day I was kinda, sorta, in a way, almost compared to Mozart. Except he was a child prodigy, a genius and dead at 36 (five years to go!) But the guy who said it spent 20+ years in opera, performed Mozart many of those years and pursued Mozart even further when he switched focus to psychology (see The Magic Flute). So from that aspect I'm very flattered.
He explained the element of the play Amadeus (no theatre performing it around here so Netflix is delivering the movie form to me... dammit, too; that means I have to see F. Murray Abraham in a role besides High Inquisitor, the only role I think he's played SEVERAL TIMES IN SEVERAL MOVIES besides Salieri). Salieri is the big fish until Mozart comes around. Suffice to say he doesn't care much for Mozart once people learn of his ability. Salieri prays devoutly and has always asked God for talent. After falling into obscurity while Mozart thrives, Salieri turns on God saying he is now the enemy: Salieri only ever prayed for talent yet God had given that Austrian idiot genius
I do not doubt the genius of Mozart though one has to ponder, as the one I was speaking with said we will always have to, if he is more a genius for dying young. What would he have become if he lived to a ripe old age? Is genius enough to carry us? Is genius always superior to talent?
I have had the issue all my life of striving for perfection. I can't remember it someone instilled it in me, obviously not my less-than-perfect parents, or if this is an internal strife that I created myself. And in my mind perfection is being genius. I am no genius. I find that greatly troubling; so much so that, permit me the fancy of being talented, I cannot pursue my talent for I know I will always fall short of a genius, short of perfection. Mozart was a shattered soul. Because of his genius, however, he pieced himself back together in less than four decades of life, it all culminating upon viewing his last opera, The Magic Flute, which many say is the rejoining of his psyche in musical form. He died shortly after it premiered, professing that he understood it all.
Most people never reach that level of self awareness, of completeness. Most never have to weather the Hell it is to concern yourself so deeply with the fundamental roots of our beings. Every artist has to and many of those fail to find it. Mozart did, at an early age. Personally, I find it difficult to strive for that perfection anymore. Because surely one can't survive once reaching such enlightenment. So if one never follows the path one doesn't have to face that end. It's not a fear of death, I came to grips with that long ago. It's the thought that once you realize everything that is when you must let it all go. Perhaps that's the way of the universe; perfection has no place in the mortal realm.
I'm really starting to wonder if Buddha knew what he was talking about.
He explained the element of the play Amadeus (no theatre performing it around here so Netflix is delivering the movie form to me... dammit, too; that means I have to see F. Murray Abraham in a role besides High Inquisitor, the only role I think he's played SEVERAL TIMES IN SEVERAL MOVIES besides Salieri). Salieri is the big fish until Mozart comes around. Suffice to say he doesn't care much for Mozart once people learn of his ability. Salieri prays devoutly and has always asked God for talent. After falling into obscurity while Mozart thrives, Salieri turns on God saying he is now the enemy: Salieri only ever prayed for talent yet God had given that Austrian idiot genius
I do not doubt the genius of Mozart though one has to ponder, as the one I was speaking with said we will always have to, if he is more a genius for dying young. What would he have become if he lived to a ripe old age? Is genius enough to carry us? Is genius always superior to talent?
I have had the issue all my life of striving for perfection. I can't remember it someone instilled it in me, obviously not my less-than-perfect parents, or if this is an internal strife that I created myself. And in my mind perfection is being genius. I am no genius. I find that greatly troubling; so much so that, permit me the fancy of being talented, I cannot pursue my talent for I know I will always fall short of a genius, short of perfection. Mozart was a shattered soul. Because of his genius, however, he pieced himself back together in less than four decades of life, it all culminating upon viewing his last opera, The Magic Flute, which many say is the rejoining of his psyche in musical form. He died shortly after it premiered, professing that he understood it all.
Most people never reach that level of self awareness, of completeness. Most never have to weather the Hell it is to concern yourself so deeply with the fundamental roots of our beings. Every artist has to and many of those fail to find it. Mozart did, at an early age. Personally, I find it difficult to strive for that perfection anymore. Because surely one can't survive once reaching such enlightenment. So if one never follows the path one doesn't have to face that end. It's not a fear of death, I came to grips with that long ago. It's the thought that once you realize everything that is when you must let it all go. Perhaps that's the way of the universe; perfection has no place in the mortal realm.
I'm really starting to wonder if Buddha knew what he was talking about.
Thanks for sharing the good news about BSG... unfortunately I don't have time to watch it, but it's something to look forward to after the playoffs and to get me though the cold rainy winter, or at least the start of it. Yeah, that reminds me my mini somehow became muted. All I had to do was go to the preferences and unmute it. No idea how that happened or why the so called Apple "genius" didn't check that for me or tell me to look at that. Now I have lots of photoshop tv to catch up on too, but in the grand scheme of things this is very good news.