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2009. 05. 23., 15:59 Goofy stuff, My Life 6 Hozzászólás |
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The biggest genius
Every country is like a particular type of person. America is like a belligerent adolescent boy, Canada is like an intelligent thirty-five-year-old woman. Australia is like Jack Nicholson. It comes right up to you and laughs very hard in your face in a highly threatening and engaging manner. In fact it’s not so much a country as such, more a sort of thin crust of semi-demented civilisation caked around the edge of a vast, raw wilderness, full of heat and dust and hopping things. [...] Just knowing that the place is lurking there on the other side of the world where we can’t see it is oddly unsettling, and I’m always looking for excuses to go even if only to keep an eye on it. [...] And just a few weeks ago I suddenly found the excuse I’d been looking for.
I was in England at the time. I could tell I was in England because I was sitting in the rain under a wet blanket in a muddy field listening to some fucking orchestra in a kind of red tent playing hits from American movie soundtracks. Is there anywhere else in the world where people would do such a thing? Anywhere? Would they do it in Italy? Would they do it in Tierra del Fuego? Would they do it on Baffin Island? No. Even in Japan, where national pastimes include ripping out your own intestines with a knife, I think they would draw the line.
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Szerk.: Most, hogy elgondolkoztam egy kicsit ezen a poszton, úgy érzem, elfelejtettem eléggé dÃcsérni, hogy Adams hihetetlenül jól tud szomorú/elgondolgodtató/gyönyörű dolgokról is Ãrni. Nem “csupán” humorosan (bár ez a fajta humornak sokszor nagyobb a hatása, mintha egy operaénekes leordÃtja a fejed), hanem olyan változatosan és valahogy elegánsan, hogy az ember rögtön egyetért vele, és azt kÃvánja, bárcsak ott lehetett volna maga, vagy bárcsak most rögtön felhÃvhatná Douglas-t, hogy megbeszélje vele. És mindig, tényleg mindig, az az érzésed, hogy csakis te érted meg igazán, mit akar mondani. Épp most olvastam egy olyan szép szakaszt (Bach Brandenburgi Versenyeire vonatkozik egyébként)… hogy nem lehet ezt imádni, még akkor is, ha az embernek fogalma sincs a komolyzenérÅ‘l?
As I listen to the interplay of parts in a piece of Bach polyphony, each individual strand gathers hold of a different feeling in my mind, and takes them on simultaneous interveawing roller-coasters of emotion. One part may be quietly singing to itself, another on an exhilarating rampage, another is sobbing in the corner, another dancing. Arguments break out, laughter, rage. Peace is restored. The parts can be utterly different, yet all belong invisibly together. It’s as emotionally complex as a family.
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