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MUSIC
COMPOSITIONS By Composer MARILYNN STARK
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ECHOES ON MUSIC By Marilynn Stark The
beauty of a classical music piece is perhaps beyond
description in simple words. How can one in words alone ever say
what a classical music work says, and inspire the same level of
emotion and the resolution of emotion, which arise out of the sound
once heard, and This is
the ultimate in musical art, the classical lore which has bravely come
down through the ages across decades and centuries to us. From
times before does the classical music style arrive, from places and
people who lived in different styles and in various cultures with
their own individualized ways of governing and living together as
people; yet, as people alive on the same Earth, with the same
fundamental values and appreciation of life and of freedom in life to
realize their own, to be given the opportunity to achieve
self-actuation. In the process of this strife to know the self
and to contribute to the greater society accordingly, however
different that society or of whatever size, there must be a success,
and thus a joy at the selfsame feature of life for which we in today's
time also desire to know: the truth. Indeed, truth is the
supreme guide, the greatest, universal ingredient of all thinking, of
all contemplation and of all art and science which express that truth
in a disposition of basic goodness. The goodness is for the
betterment of all, the preservation thereby of all of mankind.
In the time of the 18th century, for instance, mankind had its own
moments to ponder, its own course to plot in its own individualized
way. Yet, the same fundamental challenges and resistances to
truth presented. The people, the leaders and the rulers were
occupied with questions of survival and values for the happiness of
the people and the security of their respective communities and
nations. There is
no argumentative cacophony to be pondered, it seems, when once the
mind and heart are embraced, and the airy surround becomes embossed
with such grace and dignity as the classical music style might offer.
If stormy venue does present, how magnificent the resolving
theme in answer, as if there had been no more purpose in the fray than
to establish its caring, most compassionate solution. Hear tell
of the roots of this most eloquently contained music, whose
constraints upon fragmented emotions must only enlighten one who truly
hears its majestic awareness--it is said that the classical bearing
finds its beginnings in an educated European setting. How
removed and how remote in time and in personae, a visage of those
gifted in wealth and finery must haunt and taunt us who have never
found a place worthy of listening to a message from other parts,
mindful of life's lackluster practicum, wherein we abide most
certainly. No; for this is a polarized view older than the Greek
sun, wherein a dichotomy rules, a dichotomy between elevated, heroic
classicists opposing hedonists and Romantic ilk, and well before our
time, be it two and a half centuries or three. Can a people not
hear that message of gossamery birth now echoing into and past
anarchy's plaints, past some field of metallic tragic tales; is this
not a message refined for its place of birth in the remote past, as if
its age had belied its presence when once it was understood in the
here-and-now? How can those sonorous notes be paced in the air
for auditory access now, sound as instantaneously as they might, and
echo some heart from former land, and famed the place in century's
span together, yet still say what is relevant of mind today? Is
this some feat of time whose tempo marches through mankind's travail
and selfsame journey of trials and traverses in fate to be delivered
by the mind's set in the heart for failure's bother, while set yet to
the eye for winning glory and joyous song? Just what is this
vintage message, whose voice has never died? And what made it
live on for this moment outpaced by any single clock, for this day for
us to hear and to ponder past misery? What vision's eye must
prevail across this glorious history's chamber, where resounds the
ages as if unawares of some time in its rumor of inevitability in
passage; for as such vision lifts a voice most discriminating unto
This is the echo of grand time on its own grand scale, balanced so mightily, yet so carefully, so as to seem as delicate as it can be in certain phrases welcome now to these times, despite their long journey from the unknown of the profound past. So that is it, that is time which pales to cavernous echo within its own categorical search for eternity, which paling is the feat of the beauty and message of the classical music intent upon us of this modern era. Indeed, listen, then, to its play upon our still perceptive ears, though many had heard it before we were born--listen to the echo now close in time, the timing itself of this piece of art which threatens to humble us to our contemporary places. For within the magic of the work there is a way in which to convey and to say. And this is what must have been said for all eras and ages together to hear, the careful structure which guides and gives a form in a language style which never died.
If the
truth of this great music language is so, then should words of
analysis take notice of how to speak in the language of music in
classical mode, although never meet in description its worth, as
precise as such even truthful words might be in scientific right; and
certainly never would such words be capable of reflecting the same
message and meaning as that to which they might become taxonomic.
Such is the echo in the close of time upon a moment in a single
life of a single day, wherein such an archaic classical piece is
formed by the use of refrain in ordered fashion, predetermined as it
was
There is
a definite advantage to numbers in typical apposition of truth to
measurable continua, for then a more careful determination of any
hypothesis can be made. As such numbers accrue and sum up, then
their truest meaning can be unfolded as to their reliability in
feature, or as to their predictability, in any given and discernable
context of reality. Imagine now being a classical music composer
who has at immediate dispatch a symphony together, a string orchestra,
wherein multitudinous voices of differing instruments may lift
together and fill the surround with sound greater than that which one,
however eloquent, can make as solo. The call to conversation in
the classical language of music comports a fare which mimics the
talk in life itself. Now a lone voice sounds, and answer is made
by the many, and whether that be most likely in contrast; now an
inquiry is posed in a single mind, and then the reality gained as to
answer to such inquiry lifts its multitudinous facets like a chorus of
the many, so that an individual's place is thus perceived.
Consider the parlance, then, in the classical music form of the
concerto grosso of the Baroque era, which works from fast to slow to
fast most likely, and within that macrostructure of movements, there
will be a ritornello found in the fast movements. This refrain,
as much like an inquiry as a statement for the eliciting of answer,
will come from the annals of the tutti,
Imagine
the cultural context of those days in history when the great classical
music composers had lived and produced the eternal works of musical
art which we today enjoy, This music plays in good accord the
soul of time, which soul of time is timelessness, upon the strings of
the instrument of truth, and whose universality of truth cannot be
measured in its dexterity. For the skills of universal truth as
expressed in art are beyond measure even in their own time of birth;
yet, if the test of the truth of that art is then passed so far as
into at least the next span of time, then begins perhaps such ageless
passage to posterity's trust as that which had made the classical
music art of today ever flourish. No small feat is this, and how
it does sing the ages accordingly as if positioned all along by sheer
brilliance for an ultimate sound. Lo, can you not hear the
bellow of mankind's misery reduced to a sigh, when the classical taunt
of eloquent musical refurbishment upon this current day presents; when
once some messenger from on high reaches past the centuries and gives
good tiding unto the way of truth for all in all times, at all times,
never swaying to persuasion that time makes any difference to the
salvation of us all but through truth? For if you can only
listen and find your heart and perception's soul in this testimony to
God's power to express His love and compassion through man in the
language of classical music now born, then no problem for you in your
day should render you short of that vision thus lent you by the
universally uplifting classical music lesson in truth and its
concomitant reality; and so is this enlightenment also true in your
own individual vision for the peace and preservation of mankind, and
which enlightenment can further accrue to the light of guidance for
those leaders on the world stage who also see as according to the
non-verbal For this is my prayer for you, the people, who might hear what I have to say as a composer of classical music. Marilynn Stark Marilynn Stark © 2003 All Rights Reserved xHOME x CONTEMPLATIONS x REFLECTIONS x xREVERBERATIONS x WORKS x REVELATIONS x xREMEMBRANCES x DERIVATIONS x ELUCIDATIONS x xEXPANSIONS x ECHOES x GLOSSARY x SEARCH x FAQ x x LINKS x
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