DianaDistractions
March 1st 2008 05:41
I was distracted during the rehearsal, thinking about blogging, the blogosphere, writing and the mind of the writer communicating to the mind of the reader. During the sound check, while each musician or desk of musicians had to play an excerpt or tune for the sound engineers to check the microphones, I was so distracted I didn't take the opportunity to show off or get a laugh by playing the 'Simpsons' theme, instead wafting through the vague entrance notes to the Borodin (nice enough but odd).
During the at times tricky 'Polovotzian Dances' I pondered the idea of identity, confidence, even proje ction of an image, via one's writing on a blog. Also the sense that what you write is at the mercy of those who read it, that they bring to the reading or re-creation of it their mood, their intellect,what their day has been like, and may comment accordingly.
I managed to re-focus in my favourite piece, 'Claire de Lune', as the flutes have such stunning lines to play, but at that point was distracted by the dogs playing in the park in front of the stage, in particular a brilliant Border Collie who watched her owner's movements and eyes with such eager anticipation. She would have done well playing in an orchestra, watching the conductor with such intentness. Also, there was such a clear line of communication between her and her trainer: if dogs can achieve this why not humans?
I was not the only one distracted when a pair or two of adults lay directly in front of the stage in various lover-like poses which,(understandable, given the hot morning sun and sensuality of the music, but still) caused a number of unusually strange wrong notes, strangulated squeakings and missed cues by the poor woodwind players.
The rehearsal ground to halt as they all do eventually and now we are gearing up for the evening performance. Still I think about words, meanings, minds, communication, perception. What do you think?
During the at times tricky 'Polovotzian Dances' I pondered the idea of identity, confidence, even proje ction of an image, via one's writing on a blog. Also the sense that what you write is at the mercy of those who read it, that they bring to the reading or re-creation of it their mood, their intellect,what their day has been like, and may comment accordingly.
I managed to re-focus in my favourite piece, 'Claire de Lune', as the flutes have such stunning lines to play, but at that point was distracted by the dogs playing in the park in front of the stage, in particular a brilliant Border Collie who watched her owner's movements and eyes with such eager anticipation. She would have done well playing in an orchestra, watching the conductor with such intentness. Also, there was such a clear line of communication between her and her trainer: if dogs can achieve this why not humans?
I was not the only one distracted when a pair or two of adults lay directly in front of the stage in various lover-like poses which,(understandable, given the hot morning sun and sensuality of the music, but still) caused a number of unusually strange wrong notes, strangulated squeakings and missed cues by the poor woodwind players.
The rehearsal ground to halt as they all do eventually and now we are gearing up for the evening performance. Still I think about words, meanings, minds, communication, perception. What do you think?
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Comment by Minerva
Add to that the complexities of compressing vast intricacies of meanings into a few characters on a computer screen, and what you end up with is a lens. A distorting, scratched, coloured, lens, through which one may - if lucky or it the writer intends it - glimpse something of the world of the writer.
Once a blog is on the web, it will live forever. The original meanings will shift and shimmer. But like ships upon an endless sea, they will not be the same two moments running.
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