Avant-garde classic

[Avant-garde classic]

šŸŽ» Once-upon-a-time avant-garde, timeless, classic. āš”ļø

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart composed over six hundred works, including symphonies, operas, concertos, and chamber music, all before dying at age thirty-five.

Franz Schubert’s friends claimed he could write songs as fast as one could copy them down. The man composed entire works in single sittings, and also composed over six hundred Lieder, nine symphonies, operas, and chamber music—all by the age of thirty-one.

And let’s not forget Johann Sebastian Bach. His contemporaries believed he had a divine gift for music, because he produced a staggering amount of work despite his many professional and family responsibilities. He created over a thousand works, including cantatas, concertos, and keyboard pieces.

They all lived when paper was expensive and digital screens didn’t exist.

Somehow, I find it difficult to imagine them hesitating when inspiration struck, or them caring if the inspiration came from the “outside.” Something tells me that they simply followed the music, demanding to be given a body.

So I only consume stuff from those who know that the world is not against them. The world literally sings with them. Every tool is a valid tool. That is the spirit of Ataraxia Ataraxia.

P.S.

If you like classical music and the question of existence, you might enjoy “For Her Ears Only.” I told that story as another incarnation of myself. Some details of this post have been adapted/quoted from that book.

Cheers,
Echo

šŸŽ» [One of one] lyrics āš”ļø

One of one
Can’t be undone
I don’t compete
I already won

I don’t count what I make
Numbers live in fear
Something moves through me
I just stay clear
Stay open
Stay here

One of one
Can’t be undone
I don’t compete
I already won

Not one because more
One because free
The only thing I track
Is what wants to be

Do you love it enough
To stop counting it
I do just that
Just love it

One of one
Can’t be undone
I don’t compete
I already won

One of one
One of one
One
šŸŽ» [Da capo] lyrics āš”ļø

Da capo
From the top
Did you think this would end?
It does not stop

You think I rose
I never fell
You think I’m back
I never left
Before you named it
I was here
Before you claimed it
I was clear

Again
And again
And again

Again
From the top
Did you think this would end?
It does not stop

Every time I start
(I start from clean)
No grudge in the note
(Nothing in between)
The music doesn’t hold
(What music doesn’t need)

I begin
And I begin
And I begin with ease

This is not a comeback
I don’t come back
I never left

Da capo

Da capo
The top
Did you think this would end?
It does not stop
Capo

From the top
Again

From the down
šŸŽ» [In motion] lyrics āš”ļø

In motion
In motion
In motion
Still

The source doesn’t dry
The line doesn’t break
Not because I push
Because this is what I make

Not grinding
Not trying
Not fighting the wave
I open to what
Already wants to be made
The room is never empty
The door is never locked

In motion
In motion
In motion
Still

Some things just move
Some things just flow
I don’t explain it
I don’t need to know
Why the river runs
Why the wheel turns
I give it a body
The thing returns

Grace
Not force
Grace
Of course

In motion
In motion
In motion
Still

Perpetual
Permanent
Natural
Still
šŸŽ» [The canon continues] lyrics āš”ļø

The canon continues
Truth never wanes
Long after the question
The music remains

Before you finished talking
I’d already made three more
Not because I’m racing
I just know what I’m here for
You’re searching for a reason
I’m already in the room
You’re mapping out the morning
I’m already past noon

No opinion moves it
And doubt makes it stop
The work speaks from the bottom
The work speaks from the top
The canon doesn’t beg
The canon doesn’t explain
And everything it touches
Remains

The canon continues
Truth never wanes
Long after the question
The music remains

Every name on the wall
They didn’t debate
The ones who last
Are the ones who create
No crown needed
No need to be seen
Already in the canon
You know what I mean

You want to know what lasts?
This
Just this
The gift

The canon continues
Truth never wanes
Long after the question
The music remains

And continues
And continues

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