Friday, December 23, 2011

Revenons à nos montagnes

.. with that air of not trying to console
which is its own consolation .. beginning
on a wayward harmony, the music transcended 
mere wistfulness by suggesting to the inner
ear even after the final cadence that it was
still going on endlessly, forever slanted a-
way from resolution. It imprinted its splen-
dour on the landscape of dawn, drawing the
eye up the dark pyramid of its foothills to-
wards the peak from whose glittering snows
the wind drew a plume of ice crystals like
smoke across the pale blue sky. 

Sometimes the mountain was there; often it 
vanished completely for weeks or even months 
as if worn out by having to transcend so in-
imical a climate, so unpromising a place ..

For the companions of this casual
project, who come here because you 
want to and rebound so resiliently:
I admire you. This is the behaviour
of the mountain - not of the sheep. 

James Hamilton-Paterson
1989 Whitbread Prize
Soho Press, 1991©

Robert Schumann
Davidsbündlertänze, Op. 6
Maurizio Pollini
Deutsche Grammophon, 2001©

Lionel André, Weisshorn

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