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ashfdhfgdsfk · 1 year
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oh thunderous classical music how i want to eat and be eaten by you
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t-e-n-s-e-i-g-a · 5 months
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spineless-lobster · 2 months
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List 5 of your comfort songs!
(This is me making my first tag game please be nice to me ;-;)
This is my favourite piece of all time it’s so pretty I love it so much lol
The piano in this song is so nice and the guy’s voice is very calming, also the song itself is about missing home so y’know
I ADORE the guitar and drums in this and of course it’s hozier how can he not be comforting
This song makes me think of whimsical faeries and goblins dancing with little worms and bugs and also the comfort of being underground so yeah, also it’s very bouncy!!!
Carpetgarden’s songs all have chill vibes and I really like the chorus in this one
I’ll tag: @limbowzo @doctor-whomst-the-fuck-asked @captains-clever-goose @gaslightgatekeepmeepboss @heftmanrhamm @jovienna @atleasttheyvegotstars @at-1800-hours @five-potatoes-high @daytonasand @ghosts-of-love @walkingcontradiction42 @louisthiccsexyglitteryass @quillandrapier @catboyrightsdefender @caps-clever-girl @haras24 @bunny-banana @iwillstabyou @pencil-case-watches @dilfsuzanneyk @jammydormouse and anyone else who wants to join!!! (No pressure ofc)
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paoloxl · 8 months
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23 agosto 1927: Sacco e Vanzetti giustiziati da innocenti in America
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Il 23 agosto del 1927 Nicola Sacco e Bartolomeo Vanzetti furono fatti sedere sulla sedia elettrica e giustiziati per un duplice omicidio che non avevano commesso. I due italiani aderivano al movimento anarchico e sostenevano le battaglie operaie, solo dopo 50 anni fu ristabilita la verità
Il 23 agosto del 1927 la sedia elettrica poneva fine alle vite di questi emigrati italiani, un ciabattino e un pescivendolo, ingiustamente accusati di un duplice omicidio durante una rapina in un calzaturificio.
La loro tragica vicenda ha inizio nel 1920, durante una manifestazione operaia, i due venivano fermati in possesso di pistole e degli appunti. Sacco e Vanzetti per le loro idee anarchiche, il loro status di emigrati  appartenenti al movimento operaio, erano i perfetti “agnelli sacrificali” da immolare sull’altare della giustizia americana del tempo.
Inoltre con il loro arresto veniva lanciato un  monito ai movimenti popolari dell’epoca, considerati un pericolo per la stabilità degli U.S.A. A nulla valse la confessione del gangster Celestino Madeiros che scagionava Sacco e Vanzetti, così come non contribuì alla loro scarcerazione la mobilitazione popolare a loro favore. Con un processo fazioso (il giudice più volte li definì bastardi), portato avanti con metodologie gravemente erronee e ingiuste, il foggiano e il cuneese, venivano condannati alla pena capitale.
Solo nel 1977 il Governatore del Massachussetts, Michael Kukakis, ammetteva l’errore giudiziario commesso cinquantanni prima, quando venivano uccisi nella giornata d’estate del 23 Agosto del 1927 due innocenti: Nicola Sacco e Bartolomeo Vanzetti
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antonín dvořák's serenade for strings in e major op.22 b.52 tempo di valse save me.....antonín dvořák's serenade for strings in e major op.22 b.52 tempo di valse........save me antonín dvořák's serenade for strings in e major op.22 b.52 tempo di valse
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eyes-of-avalir · 7 months
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for my fellow worlds beyond number soundtrack enthusiasts, because I stumbled upon this one unknowingly while listening to classical music and had a totally normal reaction
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eating-guts · 2 months
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after hours - prosciutto
To Prosciutto, there is nothing better than enjoying a whiskey or bourbon right after a successful mission. After staining his suit with blood, that’s the least he deserves, wouldn’t you agree?
With a cigar in one hand, and his glass on the other, he can let go of all thoughts, of all worries, and forget of all his problems if just for a single moment, until the bottle is empty.
Though… he knows his answers won’t be at the bottom of a bottle, he can imagine the will. But no matter how much he drinks, he can’t forget, but if it will help him sleep soundly, he will drink to his heart’s content.
A nice orchestral suite can never go wrong with a drink for Prosciutto.
All he is missing is a person to hold, to gently sway along with, to share a drink with.
He is way too far gone to have that, isn’t he? To deserve someone who will dance the night away with him.
How he yearns…
Yet, the life of a hitman is a lonesome one. He has come to terms with his reality.
Perhaps another glass will suffice for him.
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he listens to this btw
also this is loosely based on one i did on my other blog but ANGST
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dreamvonlicht · 25 days
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Lord dream what Is ur type of music and what is your favorite song?
My favorite type of music is of the classical genre, and my favorite song is Serenade for Strings in E Major, OP: 22, B. 52: II. Tempo di valse by Antonín Dvorák.
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loversgothic · 9 months
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Maybe you've done it already and I missed it, but what would Gabriel's two-week-notice look like in the Ultradanse AU?
This has nothing to do with any other comments you have made about feral Gabriel or any other desire to see how he changes from The Gilded Nightingale to The Nightingale.
:3c. OOOHH. WELL
ive been really trying to think about that hard, since comparing the characters to those in fairytales and ballets tended to skew the story a bit.
and uh... my descriptions wont be the best.. im not the best at explaining things in ballet terms moreso just based on my perception of the art form and what i see in it through my eyes.
also im gonna go off of the concept that ultradanse is almost like a stage performance, a show
the most i can do to describe how it looks is to compare it to my vision for the first encounter with Odile/V1... because of the way i designed his lil costume he has a sort of princely look, and even though hes yknow. out to kill V1 because V1 traversed past his warnings, his dancing with V1 then is much more... poised. it might feel a bit distant, maybe it might even seem like hes unsatisfied doing it, as at the time there is no personal connection with V1, no love nor hatred. its not romantic, hardly so. i dont know if this is a good example, but i was thinking abt Prince Siegfried's dancing in Waltz: Tempo di valse...
once V1 is pretty much responsible for his 2-week notice, i like to think Nightingale/Gabriel starts to match V1's high energy, his grace is kinda going out the window... itd be much more intense. if its a pas de deux hes probably getting his fucking hands all over them like hes about to tear them apart. hes abandoning that princely facade. i feel like though in the second half a pas de deux between them would make them slow their pace. now that both of them are dancing together and able to match intensity, it starts to slow down into something more... romantic? yeah :3 i like to think this, this is where any romantic tension starts
now about how he changes from the gilded nightingale to the nightingale. you see... after their second encounter, Gabriel is convinced hes going to die, after all thats what he was told. once he returns from heaven, he seeks out V1 to ask of one final request. he doesn't want to die lonely, and asks V1 to dance with him until the final hour runs out. V1 has no reason to accept his request, other than something pulling at it do so and the possibility it could take a little bit more blood before he's gone. dancing together, progressively Gabriel becomes weaker and weaker.
i REALLY wanted to keep this secret for a scene i wanted to draw but honeeesttlyyyy i dont think its too bad if i share it. after all, im not sharing V1's feelings here. im sharing Gabriel's :3
i had this whole.. plan
my thing abt pas de deuxs is that. i like to find symbolism in the fact that traditionally, the male dancer is supposed to support the ballerina to be able to perform moves she typically wouldnt be able to on her own without someone holding her.
towards the end of their dance, V1 switches positions to hold and uplift Gabriel instead, who has this entire time been in the place of the male dancer. in his approaching final moments V1 lays him down on the ground. he's hardly moving, and V1 holds onto him, finding itself not wanting him to just... disappear.
now im still figuring out HOW i want this to work. but i thought abt V1 in desperation, grasping onto the sides of his helmet and ripping his helmet in half being the symbolic thing that sets him free. the thing about the gilded nightingale, is that the armor is the bird's cage. Gabriel's design in this AU only really has the helmet and no other armor, so it just... makes sense to me. this is what sets him free. how the transformation works though? i am.. still thinking about it. you might need to give me a bit to think about that
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What's your opinion on the funny Bolero man?
okay, I have a LOT of opinions on Ravel, and I’ve actually done quite a bit of research on him. He’s one of my favourite composers, and his life story just… god.
So the first thing I want to say about Ravel is that his music tends to be very easily misunderstood, and this is according to Ravel himself. Ravel is a toymaker, a tinker. He called himself “artificial by nature,” and that’s the key thing to understand. Ravel is artificial, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing; in fact, that’s part of his appeal and what makes his music unique. Much of the time, he’s not directly seeking to express an emotion, but rather a depiction, an imitation of one. It’s like he’s creating clockwork automatons of living things that are not meant to be lifelike, but to be clockwork. He imitates other composers in “A la Maniere de Borodin/Chabrier,” objects and animals in “L’enfant et les Sortileges,” and the styles of other cultures around the world across his body of work. On the subject of the last one, Ravel does often have a tendency towards Orientalism, which can be sometimes cringey in today’s social environment (“Chinoiserie” and a general fascination with the East was very much in fashion in his day), but I think Ravel’s impressions of Asian, Middle Eastern, and even European music (including Spain; Ravel was part Basque and was very proud of that) can be best understood when compared to Disney’s “Small World” ride. You’re not getting an authentic picture of the world; you’re getting a mechanical fantasy based on it.
I bring up machines a lot when I talk about Ravel, not just in reference to his music, but also to his life. Stravinsky referred to him as the “most perfect of Swiss watchmakers,” his father was in inventor (who was also responsible for creating a machine that resulted in a fatal mishap, aptly called the “Whirlwind of Death;” look it up), and he had a lifelong fascination with toys and mechanical objects. We see them prominently featured in his opera “L’Heure Espagnole,” the vocal piece “Noel des Jouets” (a little-known piece about the Nativity, except make it steampunk!), and of course, Bolero, which is perhaps one of the most misinterpreted Ravel works.
The thing about Bolero is it’s not supposed to be sexy. And many Ravel pieces are- Nahandove from “Chansons Madacasses” (a cycle which, I should add, also includes a striking rebuke of French colonialism in “Aoua”), Daphnis et Chloe’s Bacchanale, maybe even La Valse. However, Ravel stated that “Bolero should be played at a constant speed from beginning to end, in the plaintive, monotonous style of Arabo-Spanish melodies.” He considered it his only masterpiece, not because of its beauty or virtuosity, but because it achieved what he set out to write- a piece with “no form properly speaking, no development, no modulation, or hardly any.”
I think this is where misinterpretations of Ravel most commonly arise, when his artificiality is mistaken for genuine passion. Famously, with his “Pavane for a Dead Princess,” Ravel disliked interpretations that were too slow, remarking that “it’s a Pavane for a dead princess, not a dead Pavane for a princess.” While slow interpretations may intend to be elegiac, a steady tempo brings another meaning to the title- not that this Pavane would be heard at a princess’ funeral, but rather something that a princess from a past time would have danced while alive. And we can also connect this to the view of death Ravel takes in “Le Tombeau de Couperin,” a work with each movement dedicated to a friend who died in WWI (Ravel served as a nurse and supply truck driver). Despite being a memorial piece, “Le Tombeau” is largely joyful; the “Minuet” displays some sentimentality, but this work is largely dedicated to celebrating life, rather than mourning death.
Another thing to consider about Ravel was that he made his aesthetic his entire personality. And I’m dead serious about that. Ravel adopted the fashion style and philosophy of Dandyism, in which one was to make themselves stylish and presentable, while appearing detached and aloof from the rest of the world, keeping inner feelings private. Ravel was very particular about his personal appearance (he was once late to a funeral because he couldn’t decide which suit to wear!) and hardly divulged deeply personal information in his private correspondence- for instance, while it’s likely he may have been aromantic, as far as we know, we don’t have any evidence of Ravel having any committed romantic or sexual partners (although we do have a few accounts from other people claiming he sometimes saw prostitutes). He kept his passions and fears largely secret, and this is further reflected in his works; while he often dedicated them to friends and patrons, I can’t say I know of anything by Ravel that’s explicitly or otherwise proven to be biographical. As a composer, he takes a “Dandyistic” approach as well, giving us beautiful works while hardly allowing us a window into his mind.
One thing in particular about Ravel has haunted me, and that’s how he died. While he’d been showing signs of mental deterioration in years prior, in 1932, he got into a taxi accident, which likely accelerated what would be diagnosed as aphasia, although we still don’t know what exactly he had. For the next five years, Ravel would gradually become unable to read, write (both words and music), and play the piano, and sometimes had difficulty controlling his movements and recognizing people. Even prominent biographers like Roger Nichols express how devastating this period of Ravel’s life was, as his friends tried to make it, in Nichols’ words, “even remotely tolerable.” During this time, Ravel could compose in his head, but not write anything down, and was even planning at least two major works- an opera called “Jeanne d’Arc,” and a ballet called “Morgiane.” His friends took him on a trip to Morocco and he immensely enjoyed it, appearing to temporarily improve, but afterwards, his mental health continued to decline. Looking at Ravel’s correspondence from this time is devastating, as we see his handwriting get messier and messier, then only typewritten letters, and then nothing at all. At a performance of his ballet, “Daphnis et Chloe,” Ravel reportedly began to cry, remarking, “and yet, there is still so much music inside my head!”
Sources vary on whether or not Ravel was aware of the fact, but his brother Edouard arranged for him to have an operation with the famous brain surgeon Clovis Vincent. Afterwards, Ravel woke up from the surgery, asked to see his brother, but fell comatose, dying in his sleep on December 28th, 1937. Dr. Vincent reportedly did not find ant tumours.
… anyway, this ended up way longer than I expected it to be. but I really like ravel
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valentina-lauricella · 4 months
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Da quasi un anno leggo libri su due soli argomenti (Leopardi e l'aldilà), spesso più di uno contemporaneamente (adesso ne sto leggendo sei). Ho poco tempo a disposizione per farlo, solo mezz'ora di lucidità al mattino, subito dopo colazione. Sembra che di queste letture non mi rimanga niente, invece forse lasciano dei semi nel subconscio, e danno luogo a salti di consapevolezza mediante subitanee illuminazioni. E gli elementi inconsciamente analizzati e selezionati trovano il loro posto in un quadro soddisfacente, ma ancora in divenire. La verità, infatti, non è statica. Queste letture sono valse molto più di interminabili sedute con psicologi e psichiatri. Finalmente ho sentito che non esistono gli altri come enti del tutto separati da me, tanto meno come antagonisti. Gli altri sono tutti aspetti di me, e coloro che più mi appaiono temibili e in conflitto con me, sono aspetti di me che devo integrare. Tutta la realtà è soltanto l'illustrazione di aspetti di me stessa. Anch'io, che vi sembro così strana, non sono che un aspetto di voi.
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gregor-samsung · 5 months
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" Il colonnello Federico Kraus, che era fornito del titolo di von Zillergut, da un villaggio del Salisburghese che i suoi antenati s’erano già pappati nel secolo decimottavo, era un rispettabile idiota. Quando raccontava qualcosa, non faceva parola che delle cose più positive, e subito dopo domandava se i suoi interlocutori comprendessero o no locuzioni di carattere assolutamente elementare: «Proprio una finestra, signori, sicuro, loro sanno che cosa sia una finestra?» Oppure: «Una via che ha ad ambo i lati dei fossi si chiama strada maestra. Sicuro, signori. Loro sanno che cosa sia un fosso? Un fosso è un’apertura nel terreno, a cui lavora un certo numero di persone. È uno scavo. Proprio così. Vi si lavora con badili. Loro sanno che cosa sia un badile?» Soffriva della mania delle spiegazioni e vi si dedicava con l’entusiasmo d’un inventore che parli della propria opera. «Un libro, signori, non è altro che una serie di fogli di carta di vario formato, stampati, riuniti, legati e incollati. Sicuro. Loro sanno che cosa sia la colla? La colla è un adesivo». Era stupido in modo talmente incredibile che gli ufficiali lo evitavano a distanza, per non essere costretti a sentire che il marciapiede si distingue dalla strada, e che è una piattaforma asfaltata e sopraelevata lungo le facciate delle case. E che le facciate delle case son quella parte degli edifizi visibile dalla strada o dal marciapiede, mentre invece il di dietro delle case non è visibile dal marciapiede, del che ci possiamo facilmente convincere se passiamo per istrada. Era sempre pronto a dare immediata dimostrazione di queste interessanti novità. Per fortuna, una volta rischiò di farsi investire, e d’allora in poi rimbecillì ancora di più. Fermava gli ufficiali per strada attaccando interminabili discussioni sulla frittata, il sole, il termometro, i biscotti, le finestre e i francobolli. Era veramente straordinario che questo buffone avesse potuto fare una carriera relativamente rapida, e che avesse l’appoggio di parecchie persone influenti, fra l’altro di un generale in posizione elevata, che lo proteggeva in grazia della sua incapacità militare. Alle manovre eseguiva miracoli col suo reggimento. In nessun luogo arrivava mai a tempo. Conduceva il suo reggimento incolonnato contro il fuoco delle mitragliatrici ed una volta, qualche anno prima, nel corso delle manovre tenute alla presenza dell’imperatore nella Boemia meridionale, si sperse coi suoi uomini e andò a finire in Moravia, dove continuò a vagare per qualche giorno dopo che le manovre erano già finite, e quando la truppa era rientrata in caserma. La cosa gli fu perdonata. L’amichevole relazione fra il colonnello e il generale in posizione elevata, nonché con altri non meno stupidi dignitari della vecchia Austria, gli valse parecchi ordini e decorazioni, di cui andava enormemente fiero, al punto che si considerava il miglior guerriero sotto il sole e il miglior teorico di strategia e di tutte le altre discipline militari. "
Jaroslav Hašek, Il buon soldato Sc'vèik, traduzione dal ceco Renato Poggioli (prima parte) e Bruno Meriggi (seconda parte), Universale Economica Feltrinelli, 1963.
[Edizione originale: Osudy dobrého vojáka Švejka za světové války, 1921-1923]
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rzumikhin · 7 months
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ops on Shostakovich?
Sorry for the late reply! I deeply admire his work and his story!
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🎶✨️when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers 🎶✨️ no pressure!!
Y'all got to stop asking me this question 😭😭😭
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bluesilver · 9 months
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Barbie of Swan Lake: Odette —Aesthetic
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Odette's Character & Personality
Odette is a seventeen-year-old baker. Although she's incredibly helpful towards her father in the bakery, she's addicted to eating the inventory. Odette's favorite cookies are sugar cookies. Overall, she's a sweet and kind girl, especially towards animals. Unfortunately, Odette is also incredibly shy and unsure of herself. Due to this, she's too self conscious to dance in front of others. Despite this, Odette's courage comes through in times of need. Overtime, her confidence improves and she turns out to be quite brave.
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rice-enjoyer · 2 years
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Serenades and waltzes ; sparkling wine and curious glances
a/n: what happens i get a music-related brainrot, ft. my obsession with flower language. your genshin faves are dancing/waltzing with you to my absolute favourite waltzes. scenario written in keywords/phrases. today i offer you a rushed, rather goofy and non-proofread piece of writing. tomorrow? who knows! c/n is character name. i would go insane if i didn't add at least some harbingers. so many character tags, im sure i missed someone, apologies in advance! cw: fluff. gn reader. i'm heavily generalizing. flower language because it's sweet. i used this one
Antonín Dvořák: Serenade for String Orchestra in E major, Op. 22 - Tempo di Valse - Intense eye contact. Quiet laughs. Holding each other tightly. Stepping out to walk in the garden. Getting lost in the night, and the sweet smell of the blooming flowers. A night with a new moon. Stars scattered in the sky lazily. From the garden, your date gives you a gardenia, saying how they suddenly have somewhere to be. A confession? How very precious. - Kazuha, Thoma, Diluc, Kujou Sara, Mona, Ayaka.
Tchaikovsky: Valse sentimentale, Op.51, No.6 - Candlelight. Lighthearted conversations. A cold autumn evening. Soft footsteps. Gentle touches. An assortment of drinks. Transparent gloves. You are given a small bouquet of viscaria by your date, [c/n]. You smile to yourself, thinking how it compliments your outfit. You nod, accepting the polite proposal to dance with them. - Ayato, Zhongli, Tighnari, Yun Jin, Yoimiya, Jean.
Khachaturian: Masquerade - Ballet Suite - 1. Waltz - Excessive accessories. Moonlight reflects on the windows. Keeping up appearances. Hiding behind masquerade masks. Suspicious whispers. Your date tucks a single jonquil behind your ear. The sudden boldness makes you blush slightly, averting your gaze. Expect to be teased about that endlessly tonight, as they let out a breathy laugh. - Tartaglia, Pantalone, Heizou, Beidou, Yae Miko, Ningguang.
Victor Makarov: Autumn Dream - Precise and focused. Spinning until you are dizzy. Thunder roaring outside. All eyes are on you. Flowery headpieces. Understanding and even some jealous nods. Powerful voices. White stocks were given to you by a housekeeper, but you only danced with one. Why the sudden secrecy? You are amused, regardless. - Alhaitam, Il Capitano, Kaeya, Yelan, Eula, Keqing.
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