Ludwig Van Beethoven
We haven’t had an open thread in a while and I needed an excuse to post the above video. As always be charitable, be concise and be amusing.
Something for the weekend. Erocia (Heroic) by Beethoven. Beethoven originally had dedictated Eroica to Napoleon. When he heard that Napoleon had crowned himself Emperor here was his reaction according to one of this pupils:
I was the first to tell him the news that Buonaparte had declared himself Emperor, whereupon he broke into a rage and exclaimed, “So he is no more than a common mortal! Now, too, he will tread under foot all the rights of man, indulge only his ambition; now he will think himself superior to all men, become a tyrant!”
Beethoven ripped the dediction to Napoleon from the title page of Eroica. This post has videos for the first two movements. Continue reading
Something for the Weekend. The ending of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony. This section of the Ninth Symphony gets played so frequently that we lose sight of just what a creation of genius it is. Beethoven’s culminating masterpiece, composed, astonishingly enough, when he was completely deaf. Continue reading
Something for the weekend. Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven.
I was inspired to transfer my brain goo to the computer screen over the last couple of hours. Here are the results. Here’s to a more fruitful discussion.
I haven’t talked extensively about why I rejected atheistic communism and made my way back to Catholicism. There were a number of reasons; being shown the logical and moral bankruptcy of materialism, the corruption I personally witnessed in the movement, the fact that I could never bring myself to really embrace any of the tenants of the cultural agenda, and so on. The idea of fighting for anything in a universe that did not, and could not care about the outcome of human events could no longer captivate me. I suppose some people are able to convince themselves of the possibility, even the certainty, of “goodness” in a reality that owes nothing to consciousness and will; to me, such a belief, no matter how comforting, would be a lie. And I cannot live a lie.