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Thursday, December 30, 2021

10th International FRANZ LISZT Piano Competition


[21:49]  Valentin Magyar (Hungary, 3rd prize) 

Franz Liszt (1849-1864) Haláltánc, Totentanz – Danse macabre; Parafrázis a Dies iræ, S. 126  (Totentanz (Dance of the Dead): Paraphrase on Dies irae

[49:29]  Rune Leicht Lund (Denmark, 3rd prize) 

Franz Liszt (1849) 1. Esz-dúr zongoraversenye, S.124 (Piano Concerto No. 1 E flat major

[1:11:36]  Shota Kaya (Japan, 2nd prize) 

Franz Liszt (1849-1864) Haláltánc, Totentanz – Danse macabre; Parafrázis a Dies iræ, S. 126  (Totentanz (Dance of the Dead): Paraphrase on Dies irae

[1:58:04]  Shota Kaya 

 Franz Liszt (ca. 1837) Ave Maria [Ellens dritter Gesang] – Mélodie de François Schubert, S. 557d 


채 작가 채 박사 되다. 축. 🎉이 교수님, 유 선배 공. 초지일관 전범적 지도. 지도법까지 전수하는 지도. 

매일 맛있는 밥(야식 때 옆 방 나도 꼭 데려가셔서 대식가인 나의 당시 네 번째 식사 시간이랑 맞아 이인분씩 퍼먹음) 사 주시는 분이었는데, 오펜스를 절정으로 지난 십여 년 동안 추억은 잊어도 매일의 생생한 기준이 되심. 괴물로 취급되는 세월 속에 흔들리지 않았던 힘의 든든한 상비 배터리였다. 곧 명예교수 되신다네. 이런 게 순리다. 기브앤테이크 거래가 아니라. 


Saturday, February 13, 2016

Night Train to Lisbon (Bille August, 2013)

Night Train to Lisbon - Bille August (2013)


Amadeu: A decisive moment of life, when its direction changes forever, are not always marked by large and shown dramatics. In truth, the dramatic moments of a life determining experience are often unbelievable, low key. When it unfolds its revolutionary effects and insures that life is revealed in a brand new light, it does that silently. And in this wonderful silence resides its special nobility.

Amadeu: What could... what should be done, with all the time that lies ahead of us? Open and unshaped, feather-light in its freedom and lead-heavy in its uncertainty? Is it a wish, dreamlike and nostalgic, to stand once again at that point in life, and be able to take a completely different direction to the one which has made us who we are?

원작 소설: Pascal Mercier (2004) Nachtzug nach Lissabon


2016-02-13 흙의 밤 @거실: 뮤젠, 야생

주연 Jeremy Irons의 아래 인터뷰에서, 요즘, 특히 어제부터는 잠 못 이루고 고민하고 있는 문제에 대한 답이 불쑥 나와서 기절할 뻔. "Risk is extra life." 찾아 보니 출처는 미국 시인 Michael Klein.



나는 내가 끊지 않은 표가 생기면 선뜻 탄다. 한 걸음 가뿐히. 목적지가 생소하고 겁나고 준비가 안 되어 있을수록 더욱 쾌감에 떨면서. 행성#7896 행, 이런 거 무지 좋아. 그리고는 달리는 기차 안에서 근심걱정하느라 다 죽어간다. 매번 그러는 캐릭터.

그렇구만. 자기기만적이네.



Dog Days

Michael Klein (1993, 1990)


Franz Schubert, in this life, is six weeks old in the body
of a chocolate-brown labrador who reminds me that risk
is extra life when he takes my hand easily in his
mouth and leads me through new teeth and a snowfall blanking town.
I think this snow must be able to lift two children, who
are fighting, out of their argumentative skins and make

a day so bright, it winces. What is ever this willing?
This vibrant dog with me, loving my hand as if it could
delay his life a little, makes me want to be him and
his newborn smile: play-ferocious on the way to heartbreak.
Reaching it back to the perfect wet arc of young bone
that forces itself into the roof of Franz’s mouth, my hand

follows my body and enters him. It is summer
again in the canoes. The man I come to when he calls,
approaches, first on a wrinkle of water, then as
himself, and we are ready to go. Franz, good dog, inside
me this is life I did not choose and you have yours, ready.