[b]Bianco Luno:
Epistemic states oscillate between prejudice and confusion.
All else is spite.[/b]
Yeah, I guess that’s logical. Not counting my own such states of course.
Pain and beauty.
The beginning and end of the Goldberg Variations and Gould’s humming, barely audible on these so soft endpieces.
Struck dumb from pain, a whole philosophy is developed, from the first stirrings of doubt through despair to resignation.
Truth having never made an appearance.
The history of philosophy in 33 chapters.
Indeed, and the film biography of Glenn Gould’s life was completed in 32 chapters.
For the record.
Glenn Gould:
[b]“At live concerts I feel demeaned, like a vaudevillian.”
“Beethoven always sounds to me like the upsetting of a bag of nails, with here and there also a dropped hammer.”
“I believe that the justification of art is the internal combustion it ignites in the hearts of men and not its shallow, externalized, public manifestations. The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenalin but is, rather, the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity.”
“If there’s any excuse at all for making a record, it’s to do it differently, to approach the work from a totally recreative point of view … to perform this particular work as it has never been heard before. And if one can’t do that, I would say, abandon it, forget about it, move on to something else.”
“In the best of all possible worlds, art would be unnecessary. Its offer of restorative, placative therapy would go begging a patient. … The audience would be the artist and their life would be art.”
“Mozart died too late rather than too soon.”
“We do not play the piano with our fingers but with our mind.”
“‘Strawberry Fields Forever’ suggests a chance encounter at a mountain wedding between Claudio Monteverdi and a jug band.”[/b]
Are any of these things true?